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 leaves are falling.

It´s you, it´s you must go,

And I must bide.



But come ye back, when summer´s in the meadow,

Or all the valley´s hushed, and white with snow.

It´s I´ll be here, in sunshine or in shadow.

Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy,

I loved you so!



Aquí estaré, en la lluvia o el verano,

Recordando un tiempo que no morirá!