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 leaves are falling
'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 there in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

And when [bad word]  and all the flow’rs are dying
If 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 oh, my grave shall warmer, sweeter be
For ye will bend and tell me that you love me
And I shall sleep in peace until [bad word] to me.