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.
it´s you, it´s you, it´s 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,
yes, i´ll be here in sunshine or in shadow,
oh danny boy, oh danny boy, i love you so.

but when you come, and all the flowers are dying
if i am dead, as dead i well may be
you´ll come and find rhe place where i am lying
and kneel and say an "ave" there for me.

and i shall hear tho´ soft you tread above me
and all my breath shall be warm and sweeter be
for you will bend and tell me that you love me
and i will sleep in peace until you come for me.