Danny Boy...

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 falling 

It's you, it's 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 

It's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow 

Oh, Danny boy, oh, Danny boy, I love you so. 

But when ye come and all the flowers are dying 

If I am dead and 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 shall hear tho' soft you tread above me 

And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be 

For you will bend and tell me that you love me 

And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.