Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling,
From glen to glen, and down the mountainside,
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 hush and white with snow,
Yes I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow,
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

But if ye come, and 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 knell and say an ave there for me.

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow,
Or when the valley's hush and white with snow,
Yes I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow,
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

But if I live and you should die for Ireland,
Let not your dying thoughts be just of me,
But say a prayer to God for our dear island,
And I know He'll hear and help to set her free.

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow,
Or when the valley's hush and white with snow,
Yes I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow,
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

Yes I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow,
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.