Title

Danny Boy

Document Type

Article

Publication Date

1913

Comments

Sung by Mme. Schumann-Heink, Miss Florence Hinkle and Mr. Dan Beddoe; Adapted from an Old Irish Air by Fred. E. Weatherly; Price 60 cents; Boosey & Co. 9 East Seventeenth Street, New York and 295 Regent Streent, London, Eng.; This song may be sung in public without fee or license the public performance of any parodied version, however, is strictly prohibited

Abstract

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,

It's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow,

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

But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying,

If I am dead, as dead I well may be,

Ye'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 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!


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