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.