Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are callingnFrom glen to glen and down the mountain sidenThe Summer’s gone and all the flowers are dyingn’Tis you ‘tis you must go and I must bidennBut come ye back when Summer’s in the meadownOr when the valley's hushed and white with snown’Tis I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadownOh Danny boy oh Danny boy I love you sonnAnd if you come when all the flowers are dyingnIf I am dead as dead I well may benI pray you'll find the place where I am lyingnand kneel and say an “ave” there for mennand I shall hear through soft you tread above menand all my grave shall warmer sweeter benthen you will kneel and whisper that you love menand I shall sleep in peace until you come to menand I shall sleep in peace until you come to me