Oh, Danny boy
The pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen
And down the mountainside
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 s
Unshine or in shadow
Oh, Danny boy, oh, Danny boy
I love you so
Oh, Danny boy, oh, Danny boy
I love you so