Oh, Danny boy, pipes, the pipes are callingFrom glen to glen and down the mountainsideThe summer's gone and all the flowers dyingTis you, tis you, must go and I must buyBut you, tis you, must go and I must buyBut you, tis you, must go and I must buyBut come you back when summer's in the meadowOh, when the valley's hushed and white with snowTis I'll be here in SundayIn sunshine or in shadowOh, Danny boy, oh, Danny boyI love you soBut when ye comeAnd all the roses fallAnd I am deadAs dead I willMaybeGo out and findThe place where I am lyingAnd you'll findAnd all they there for meAnd I will hearThe soft youth thread above meAnd then my grave will warm and sweetAnd I will hear the soft youth thread above meAnd then my grave will warm and sweetUntil you comeUntil you comeTo me