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After his Irish-born sister-in-law Margaret Enright Weatherly known as Jess in the United States sent him a copy of "Londonderry Air" in an alternative version of the story has her singing the air to him in with different lyrics , Weatherly modified the lyrics of "Danny Boy" to fit the rhyme and meter of "Londonderry Air". Weatherly gave the song to the vocalist Elsie Griffin , who made it one of the most popular songs in the new century. Jane Ross of Limavady is credited with collecting the melody of "Londonderry Air" in the midth century from a musician she encountered. The lyrics by Frederick E. Weatherly: . 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.
Sign In Register. 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. But come ye back when summer's in the meadow, Or all the valley's hushed and white with snow. 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.