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 Roses Falling;
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.
And I'll Be Here In Sunshine Or In Shadow;
Oh Danny Boy, Oh Danny Boy, I Love You So!

But When Ye Come, And All The Flow'rs Are Dying,
If I Am Dead, As Dead I Well May Be.
Ye'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 All My Grave Will Warmer, Sweeter Be,
For You Will Bend And Tell Me That You Love Me;
And I Shall Sleep In Peace Until You Come To Me!