| 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 roses falling | |
| 'Tis you must go, '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 | |
| 'Tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow | |
| Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so | |
| But if you come, and all the flowers are dying | |
| If 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 shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me | |
| And all my grave shall warm and sweeter be | |
| If you will bend and tell me that you love me | |
| Then I will sleep in peace until you come to me |