O 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..
A time, a time of strife. The place, the place is Ireland This Irish legend had it. And the last rose of summer fell and all the young men of Ireland Were together to stake a blow.
Ohh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling. From glen to glen and down the mountainside. The summer's gone and all the roses falling. 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
O Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling. From glen to glen and down the mountainside. The summer's gone and all the flowers are dying. Tis you, Tis you must go and I must bide.