I've downloaded your files but I cannot open them for some reason... will try again to see if it is just me doing something wrong,
thanks for that anyway Dirge,
best regards,
Geoff.
No barricades for me.... opened ok, but I could not hear the words with the toon??!!
Tempo is spot on Dirgey Boy (most of the lyrics are about lost loves and death..
Ye can takk the high road....with Oh Mary
http://www.youtube.c...h?v=BAQGHPK3lIcor the low road with Danny
http://www.youtube.c...h?v=fWh5zdmDZd0Did not know there were so many variant lyrics so good for sessions. the Oh Mary (a favourite of James Joyce it is alleged) and Danny Boy words by Weatherly, (he wrote the English lyrics for songs such as Handel's "Art Thou Troubled as sung by Ferrier another good toon for you Dirge?)
Oh Mary dear, a cruel fate has parted us.
I'll hide my grief, e'en though my heart should break.
Farewell my love, may God be always with you.
I love you so, I'd die for your dear sake.
But you'll come back to me my sad heart whispers.
You'll come with summer's flowers or winter's snow,
But I'll be there to wait if God should spare me.
And with the years, my love shall deeper, greater, grow.
2. Oh Mary dear, the years are lone and dreary,
And yet you come not back my soul to cheer.
My eyes grow dim, my path of life's near ended.
When death shall come, in spirit, Love, be near.
Remember then, my soul's deep adoration.
Shed one sad tear for all the world to see.
Breath one short prayer, and I shall know you love me.
And still be waiting, Mary, when you come to me.
Danny Boy Weatherly 1913
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 there in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh 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, 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.
Hinkson love song in the 1890s
Would God I were the tender apple blossom
That floats and falls from off the twisted bough,
To lie and faint within your silken bosom,
Within your silken bosom as that does now!
Or would I were a little burnish'd apple
For you to pluck me, gliding by so cold,
While sun and shade you robe of lawn will dapple,
Your robe of lawn, and you hair's spun gold.
Yea, would to God I were among the roses
That lean to kiss you as you float between,
While on the lowest branch a bud uncloses,
A bud uncloses, to touch you, queen.
Nay, since you will not love, would I were growing,
A happy daisy, in the garden path;
That so your silver foot might press me going,
Might press me going even unto death.
More here with apologies for Wiki
http://en.wikipedia....Londonderry_Air