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.
Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling. From glen to glen and down the mountainside. The summer's gone and all the flow'rs are dying. 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.