Danny Boy
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 but I must bide
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Oh when the valleys hushed away with snow
For I'll be here in sunshine or in shadows oh Danny Boy oh Danny Boy I love you so
Writer/s: Frederick Edward Weatherly
