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  • (Posted 2012-01-10)  CPDL #24660:     
Editor: Maurice de Groot (submitted 2011-10-04).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 54 kB   Copyright: CC BY NC
Edition notes: Set for TTB.
Arranger: Maurice de Groot
  • CPDL #07937:  Network.png PDF and MIDI files available.
Editor: Adriano Secco (submitted 2004-09-28).   Score information: A4, 5 pages, 200 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Arranged for SATB
Arranger: Adriano Secco

General Information

Title: O Danny Boy (Londonderry Air)
Composer: Anonymous (Traditional)
Lyricist: Frederick Edward Weatherlycreate page, 1848-1929, 1913

Number of voices: 3 or 4vv   Voicing: TTB
or SATB
Genre: SecularFolksong

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

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Original text and translations

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O Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen and down the mountainside
The summer's gone and all the roses falling
'Tis you, 'tis 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
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
O Danny boy, O Danny boy, I love you so.

But if ye come and all the flowers are dying
If 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.

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