Standard (EADGBE)

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, 'tis you, must go and I must cry.

But come 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.

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, 'tis you, must go and I must cry.

But come 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.