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.
But come ye back when summer’s in the meadow,
Or when the valley’s hushed and white with snow,
It’s I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadow,—
Oh, Danny boy, O Danny boy, I love you so!
But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying,
If I am dead, as dead I well may be,
Ye’ll come and find the place where I am lying,
And kneel and say an Avè there for me.
And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me,
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be,
For you will bend and tell me that you love me,
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me!
Notes by Andrew Guild:
Although this is a famous song, I must admit that I had never heard of it until I was an adult (or, at least, I don’t remember hearing it until then), when I saw it being sung in an American movie, and I thought it was great.
Although regarded by many as an Irish folk song, Danny Boy was written by an Englishman, Frederic Weatherly (1848-1929), although it was set to an Irish tune — and, presumably, the “Danny” in the song is Irish. So, whilst you could call it an English folk song, or a British folk song, I think its context justifies calling it an Irish folk song — but, by all means, it could be designated as British, English, and Irish.
There are slight variations of this song to be found on the internet, but I used the lyrics apparently written by Frederic Weatherly.