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 dying,
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 or white with snow,
Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow,
Oh, Danny boy, Oh Danny boy, I love you so.

And if you come when all the flowers are dying,
And I am dead, as dead I well may be,
You'll come and find thе place where I am lying,
And kneel and say an avé thеre for me.

And I shall hear, though soft shoes tread above me,
And all my grave shall warmer, sweeter be,
Then you will come and tell me that you love me,
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.