Danny Boy

　　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 flowers are dying

　　'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

　　'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow

　　Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

　　But when he come, and all the flowers are dying

　　If 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.

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

　　And all my grave will warm and sweeter be

　　For you will bend and tell me that you love me

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