Oh Dan - ny boy, the pipes, the pipes are cal - ling

And when you come, and all the flowers are dy - ing

And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me

From glen to glen, and down the mountain side

If I am dead, as dead I well may be

And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be

The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying

You'll come and find the place where I am lying

For you will bend and tell me that you love me

'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.

And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.

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

But come ye back when sum - mer's in the mea - dow

Or when the val - ley's hushed and white with snow

'Tis I'll be there in sun - shine or in shadow

Oh Dan - ny boy, oh Dan - ny boy, I love you so.