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
'Tis you, 'tis you, 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
I love you so
But if you come, and all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as 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