9 thoughts on “ Oh Danny Boy ”

1. Danny boy, Oh Danny boy, I love you so. But if you 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 .

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2. Mar 29,  · The origins of the "Danny Boy" tune According to McCourt, the musical story of "Danny Boy" has its roots way back in the terrible siege of Derry in .

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3. 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 flowers are dying '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.

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4. Born: Dungloe, Co Donegal, Ireland 12th December Daniel O`Donnell popular Irish Country/Celtic Singer since Has had 20 top 40 albums in the UK/Ireland and 15 top 40 hit singles a read more View full artist profile.

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5. Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling. From Glenn to Glenn and down the mountain side. The summer's gone, and all the flowers are View full lyrics.

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6. 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.

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7. Cengiz from Istanbul, Turkey Danny Boy is one of over songs composed to the same tune. The author was an English lawyer, Frederic Edward Weatherly (), who was also a songwriter and radio entertainer. In he wrote the words and music for an unsuccessful song he called Danny Boy.

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8. Apr 12,  · “Danny Boy” is a popular ballad that was written in Many people associate the song with Ireland, even though lyricist Frederic Weatherly was a British lawyer. The connection came when his Irish-born sister-in-law sent him a copy of the tune “Londonderry Air” in

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9. Intro: A A7 D Dm A E7 A A A7 D Dm Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling A E E7 >From glen to glen and down the mountain side A A7 D Dm The summer's gone and all the roses falling A E7 A It's you, It's you must go and I must bide D A F#m But come ye back when summer's in the meadow A D E E7 Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow A D A F#m I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow.

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