Ah 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

And I´ll be here
in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy,
I love you so

But if you come,
and all the flowers are falling
And I am dead,
as dead I may well be

You´ll come and find
the place where I am lying
And kneel and say
an "Ave" there for me

And I will hear,
though soft your tread above me
And o´er my grave
will warmer sweeter be

And you will bend
and tell me that you love me
And I will sleep
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 Ireland
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.