Oh, danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen and down the mountainside
The summer's gone and all the roses 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 flowers are dying,
If I am dead - as dead as I well may be - [bad word] and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say ave there for me;
And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me,
And all my grave shall warmer, sweeter be,
And ye shall bend and tell me that you love me,