DANNY BOY
An old Irish fiddle "air."  Music written down in 1851 by Jane Ross.  Words composed by Fred Weatherly 



Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling	pipes--bag pipes
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side	glen--a narrow valley
The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.	bide--wait

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow	meadow--open field
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow	hushed--quiet
'tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

And if ye come, when all the flowers are dying	ye--you
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.	Ave--"Ave Maria," a Catholic prayer

And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me	tread--steps
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me
I simply sleep in peace until you come to me.

[alternate version]
And I shall hear, though soft your tread above me,
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be.
And you shall bend, and tell me that you love me,
And I shall rest in peace until you come to me.