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. It's you, It's you, must go, and I must bide. But come
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 dying. 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bye. . But come ye