Ah Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
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
'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
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
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
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 kneel and say an "Ave" there for me
And I will hear, though soft your tread above me
And o'er my gravewill warmer sweeter be
And o'er my gravewill 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
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
Let not your dying thoughts be just of me
But say a prayer to God for our dearest Island
I know He'll hear and help to set her free
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
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.
Oh Danny Boy, Oh, Danny boy, I love you so.
not copyrighted : Irish folk song