Poem/Song of the Week: Danny Boy

A moving scene

To hear Danny Boy sung well is an emotional experience.

This was definitely the case in 1994 at the Commonwealth Games in Victoria, Canada.

Jim Webb gets a hero’s welcome in Belfast

Belfast boxer Jim Webb had won the light-middleweight division, but at the medal ceremony there was no appropriate recording available to play for the winner. Someone in the audience duly obliged.

The Northern Irish fighter was reduced to tears as a team doctor Sean Donnelly sang a rousing rendition of Danny Boy.

It is unquestionably an Irish song even though the lyrics sung today were written by English lawyer Frederick Edward Weatherly in 1910.

The original air is believed by some to date back to Rory Dall O’Cahan, an Irish harpist who lived in Scotland in the late 17th century,

(There are many wonderful recording of the song and one of the best is by the late Eva Cassidy. Track it down on You Tube.)

 

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 dying
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
‘Tis I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadow
O Danny boy, O Danny boy, I love you so

And when 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 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 shall sleep in peace until you come to me

 

 

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