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 dying
'Tis you, 'tis you, must go and I must bide

But come ye back, when summer is in the meadow
Or when the valley's ushed and white with snow
'Tis I'll be there, in sunshine or in shadow
Oh, Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so!