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 falling 'Tis you, 'tis you must go, and I must bide
But come you back when summer's in the meadow Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow 'Til I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow Oh Danny boy, Oh Danny boy, I love you so
