{t:Danny Boy}
{artist:Frederic Weatherly}

Oh Danny [G]boy, the [G7]pipes, the pipes are [C]calling  [Am]
From glen to [G]glen, and [Em]down the mountain [Am]side.  [D]
The summer’s [G]gone, and [G7]all the flowers are [C]dying. [Am]
’Tis you, ’tis [G]you must [D]go, and I must [G]bide.    [D]    [D/F#]
But come you [Em]back when [C]summer’s in the [G]meadow,  [D]    [D/F#]
Or when the [Em]valley’s [C]hushed and white with [D]snow. [D7]
’Tis I’ll be [G]here in [C]sunshine or in [G]shadow  [Em]
Oh, [C]Danny [G]boy, oh, Danny [C]boy, I [D]love you [G]so.  [C]    [G]


And if you [G]come, when [G7]all the flowers are [C]dying,  [Am]
And I am [G]dead, as [Em]dead I well may [Am]be,   [D]
You’ll come and [G]find the [G7]place where I am [C]lying,  [Am]
And kneel and [G]say an "[D]Ave" there for [G]me.   [D]    [D/F#]
And I shall [Em]hear, tho’ [C]soft you tread a[G]bove me,  [D]    [D/F#]
And all my [Em]dreams will [C]warmer, sweeter [D]be,   [D7]
And you’ll not [G]fail to [C]tell me that you [G]love me, [Em]
And [C]I will [G]sleep in peace unt[C]il you [D]come to [G]me.  [C]    [G]