Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling.
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side.
the summers gone, and all the flowers are dying.
tis you, tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summers in the meadow.
or when the valleys hushed and white with snow
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.