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 flowers are falling
`Tis you, `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
And when you come,
and all the flowers are dying
If I am dead,
as dead I may well be
Ye`ll come and find
a place where I am lying
And kneel and say
an "Ave" there for me
And I shall hear,
though soft your tread above me
And all my grave
shall warmer sweeter be
For you will bend
and tell me that you love me
And I shall rest
in peace until you come to me
But if I live
and should you die for Ireland
Let not your dying thoughts
be just of me
But say a prayer to God
for our dearest Island
I know He`ll hear
and help to set her free
And I will take your pike
and place my dearest
And strike a blow,
though weak the blow may be
Twill help the cause
to which your heart was nearest
Oh Danny Boy, Oh, Danny boy
I love you so.