O Denny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen and down the mountain side
The summer's gone and all the roses 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 Denny boy, O Denny boy, I love you so
And when you come and all the flowers are dying If I am dead as dead I will be
Then 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 o'er my grave shall horror's theater be For you will bend and tell me that you love me
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me