September 9, 2011

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling...

Despite being written by an Englishman [Frederic Weatherly] and a lawyer no less, Danny Boy has become the de facto anthem for us of Irish descent. While it’s suitability as a funeral song is sometimes contested it enjoys, if that is an appropriate word, popularity as one.

Today I am placing the words to the song, as well as a video, here in tribute to the 2996 that perished on 9 September 2011, may we never forget that you all were and still are loved by us still.

By the way, this a’capella version is exactly how this song should be sung.




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
'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
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
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.

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

I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.


And I shall rest in peace until you come to me.
Oh, Danny Boy, Oh, Danny Boy, I love you so.

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