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Danny Boy by Frederic Weatherly

This is Isolation Video #363 (I accidentally labeled yesterday's as 363 and also made a mistake with the date) Danny Boy recorded by Stephen Mendel on Mar. 17, 2021. This most Irish of Irish songs was actually written by an Englishman, a lawyer living in Bath, Somerset, England. His name was Frederic Weatherly and in 1910 he initially wrote the words of the song to another tune. The story goes either, his Irish sister-in-law (who was living in the United States) sent him a copy of the music to Londonderry Air or she sang it to him in 1912 with other lyrics. In any case, Weatherly adapted the lyrics he had written to fit the meter and rhythm of Londonderry Air. He gave the song to singer Elsie Griffin who popularized it and Ernestine Schumann-Heink made the first recording. On an interesting note, when printed in 1918, Weatherly's printed signature included alternative lyrics with instructions that when sung by a man the words "Eily Dear" be sung instead of Danny Boy. I thought about doing it that way but decided to stick with tradition. I found a third verse but it is not usually performed and so I didn't. 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 all 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. When winter's come and all the flow'rs 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. But I shall hear, though soft you tread above me, And all my grave shall warmer, sweeter be. And you will bend and tell me that you love me; And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me. O Danny Boy, the stream flows cool and slowly; And pipes still call and echo 'cross the glen. Your broken mother sighs and feels so lowly, For you have not returned to smile again. So if you've died and crossed the stream before us, We pray that angels met you on the shore; And you'll look down, and gently you'll implore us To live so we may see your smiling face once more, Once more Source: Musixmatch