Oh Danny boy,the pipes, the pipes are callin. From Glen to Glen and down the mountainside. The Summer's gone and all the flowers dyin. Tis you,tis you, must go and die and I must fight. But come ye back when Summer's in the meadow, or when the valley's hushed up white with snow. Till thy be here in sunshine and in shadow, oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.