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 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   It's I'll be here in sunshine, or in shadow   Oh danny boy, oh danny boy, I love you so      But when ye come and all the flowers are dying   If I am dead, and dead I well may be   You'll come and find the 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 grave will warmer, sweeter be   For you will bend and tell me that you love me   And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me