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 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,
And I'll be there 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 will hear, though soft you tread above me,
And all my dreams will warmer, 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