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 fallin´
It´s you, it´s you must go and I must bide
But come yet back when summer´s in the meadow

Or when the valley´s hushed and white with snow
I´ll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh, Danny boy, oh, Danny boy, I love you so
But if you come, when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as 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 will know, though soft you tread above me
And then my grave will richer, sweeter be
And you´ll bend down and tell me that you love me
And I will rest in peace until you come to me