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.

I'll be here in Sunshine or in Shadow

Oh Danny Boy, Oh Danny Boy, I love you so.

Look a-yonder comin'

Comin' down that railroad track

Hey, look a-yonder comin'

Comin' down that railroad track
It's the Orange Blossom Special

Bringin' my baby back

Well, I'm going down to Florida

And get some sand in my shoes

Or maybe Californy

And get some sand in my shoes

I'll ride that Orange Blossom Special

And lose these New York blues