O Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling

From glen to glen and down the mountain side

The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying

It's you, it's you must go and I must bide

   But come ye back when summer's in the meadow

   Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow

   'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow

   O Danny boy, o Danny boy, I love you so

But should you come when all the flowers are dying

And I am dead, as dead I well may be

You'll come and find the place where I am lying

And kneel and say an ave there for me

   And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me

   And on my grave shall warmer, sweeter be

   And you will bend and tell me that you love me

   And I will sleep in peace until you come to me

O Danny boy, o Danny boy

I love you so