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
'Tis ye, 'tis ye 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
'Til I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Danny boy, Oh Danny boy, I love you so

And 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 "Ave" there for me

And I shall hear, 'though soft ye tread around me
And all my grave shall linger sweeter be
Then ye will bend and tell me that ye love me
And I shall sleep in peace until ye come to me



Oh the Boys of Kilkenny are brave roaring blades
And if ever they Meet with the nice little maids
They'll kiss them and coax them and spend their money free
And of all Towns in Ireland Kilkenny for me

Fal de ral de ral de ral de ral lal ra la la lo.
2. In the Town of Kilkenny there runs a clear stream,
In the Town of Kilkenny there lives a pretty Dame
Her lips are lke roses, and her mouth much the same
Like a dish of fresh strawberries smother'd in cream.

3. Her Eyes are as black as Kilkennys large coal
Which thro' my poor bosom have burnt a big hole
Her mind like its river is mild clear and pure,
But her heart is more hard nor its marble I'm sure.

4. Kilkenny's a pretty Town and shines where it stands
And the more I think on it, the more my heart warms
For, if I was in Kilkenny I'd think myself at home
For its there I'd get sweethearts, but here I get none