Text: F. E. Weatherly, 1848 -1929
Music: Old Irish Air
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
t'is you, t'is 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,
it's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.
But when ye come, and all the flow'rs are dying
if I am dead, as dead I well may be,
ye'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 will warmer, sweeter be,
for you will bend and tell me that you love me
and I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.
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