Danny Boy

Ah Danny boy, the pipes,

the pipes are calling

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

But come ye back

when summer's in the meadow

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

But if you come,

and all the flowers are falling

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 I will hear,

though soft your tread above me

And o'er my grave

will 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

But if I live

and should you die for Ireland

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

And I will take your pike

and place my dearest

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.