Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling, from glen to glen and down the mountains side.
The summer? s gone and all the leafs are falling, it? s you, it? s you, must go and i must hide.
But come me back, when Summer? s in the meadows, oh, when the valleys hushred and white with snow.
And i? ll be there in sunshine or in shadows.
Oh, Danny boy, oh Danny boy, i love you so.