OH, DAN-NY BOY THE PIPES,
THE PIPES ARE CALL-ING,
FROM GLEN TO GLEN, AND DOWN
THE MOUN-TAIN SIDE.
THE SUM-MER'S GONE, AND
ALL THE RO-SES FALL-ING,
IT'S YOU, IT'S YOU MUST
GO, AND I MUST BIDE.
BUT COME YE BACK WHEN SUM-MER'S
IN THE MEA-DOW,
OR WHEN THE VAL-LY'S HUSHED
AND WHITE WITH SNOW,
IT'S I'LL BE HERE IN SUN-SHINE
OR IN SHA-DOW,
OH, DAN-NY BOY, OH DAN-NY
BOY, I LOVE YOU SO
BUT WHEN YE COME, AND ALL
THE FLOW'RS ARE DY-ING,
IF I AM DEAD, AS DEAD I
WELL MAY BE,
YE'LL COME AND FIND THE
PLACE WHERE I AM LY-ING,
AND KNEEL AND SAY AN A-VE
THERE FOR ME;
AND I SHALL HEAR, THOUGH
SOFT YOU TREAD A-BOVE ME,
AND ALL MY GRAVE WILL WARM-ER,
SWEET-ER BE,
FOR YOU WILL BEND AND TELL
ME THAT YOU LOVE ME,
AND I SHALL SLEEP IN PEACE
UN-TIL YOU COME TO ME.