I once loved a boy… and a bold Irish boy, who would come and would go at my request. And this bold Irish boy was my pride and my joy, and I built him a bower in my breast.
I know where I goin’ and I know who’s goin’ with me. I know who I love but the dear knows who I’ll marry.
I know my love by his way o’ walkin’ and I know my love by his way o’ talkinb’ and I know my love in his suit of blue, and if my love leaves me what will I do? And still she cried “I love him the best” and a troubled mind sure can know no rest, and still she cried “Bonny boys are few and if my love leaves me what will I do?” “There is a dance house in Mara dyke and there my true love goes ev’ry night. He takes a strange one upon his knee and don’t you think now that vexes me?” And still she cried “I love him the best” and a troubled mind sure can know no rest, and still she cried “Bonny boys are few and if my love leaves me what will I do?” “But this girl who has taken my bonny, bonny boy, let her make of him all that she can. And whether he loves me or loves me not, I will walk with me love now and then.”
O Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling from glen to glen and down the mountainside. 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. It’s I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadow. Oh Danny boy, O Danny boy I love you so. – “Danny Boy” lyrics by Frederic Weatherly
Cypress makes rehearsal tracks for choirs – here is a demo
VISIT COMPOSER PAGE