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 dying

 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow

Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow

 And I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow

 Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy I love you so

 But if he come and all the roses dying

 And I am dead, as dead I well may be

 You'll come and find the place where I am lying

 And kneel and say an Ave there for me

And I shall feel, though soft you tread above me

And then my grave will richer, sweeter be

For you will bend and tell me that you love me

 And I shall rest in peace until you come to me

 And I shall rest in peace until you come to me

arr: Aatvza