The pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down
And all the roses falling
It's you, it's you must go
When summer's in the meadow
Hushed and white with snow
In sunshine or in sha-dow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy,
And all the flow'rs are dying
The place where I am lying
Though soft you tread above me
And tell me that you love me
And I shall sleep in peace