Oh Danny boy the pipes the pipes are calling, from glen to glen and down the

mountain side. The summers gone and all the roses falling 'tis you 'tis you

must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summers in the meadow, or

when the valley's hushed and white with snow 'tis I'll be there in sunshine

or in shadow. Oh Danny boy, Oh Danny boy I love you so! But if you come and all

the flowers are dying, if I am dead as dead I well may be. You'll come and

find the place where I am lying, and kneel and and say an"ave" there for me. And I

shall hear 'tho soft you tread above me. And Oh my grave will warn and sweeter

be for you will bend and tell me that you love me, then I will sleep in

peace until you come to me. Oh Danny boy, Oh Danny boy, I love -- You.-- so!