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