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.  [bad word] 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. 
And if [bad word]  when all the flowers are dying 
And I am dead, as dead I well may be  [bad word] 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 dreams will warm and sweeter be 
If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me 
I'll simply sleep in peace until [bad word] to me. 
I'll simply sleep in peace until [bad word] to me.