(Traditional, arranged by Shane MacGowan)

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 roses falling

'Tis you must go, '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 there in sunshine or in shadow

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



But if you come, and all the flowers are dying

If I am dead, as dead I may well 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 shall warm and sweeter be

If you will bend and tell me that you love me

Then I will sleep in peace until you come to me