Oh 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 falling 'Tis you, 'tis 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 And I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.
And when you come, and all the flowers are dying And I am dead, as dead I may well be You'll come and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say an \"Ave\" there for me.
And I will hear, tho' soft you tread above me And all my grave will warm and sweeter be And you will bend and tell me that you love me And will sleep in peace until you come to me.
But if I leave and should you die for Ireland Let not your dying thoughts be just of me But say a pray to God for our dear Ireland I know she'll hear and help to set her free.