Danny Boy

Words by : Fred E. Weatherly
Also known as "Londonderry Air"

Recording #1 by Harry Belafonte
Recording date: Sept 5, 1956, (15:00-19:00)
Recorded at RCA Victor Studio, Chicago.
Master number: G2PB 4905-4
Playing time: 5:48
Producer: Edward O.Welker
Millard Thomas: guitar/leader; Franz Casseus: guitar
78 : 1072
45 : 45-RCA-107247-6790, 20112, DJ-85, EPC-1402-1, SRA-3SS-1225, SS-3326,
LP : LPM1402, CPL1-2489, RCA8023, SYD030, LSP10419,
CD: BCD16262, CD15094, 07863-52469-2, B93001, RGMCD006

Recording #2 by Harry Belafonte
Recording date: April 19-20, 1959
Recorded at Carnegie Hall
Playing time: 5:26
45: 6006-45,
LP: LSO6006, VPS-6024, HS-120,
Tape: FTO6000
CD: CD6006-2-R, R30P-1001/2, 82876-69242-2, RGMCD071

Other recordings/albums with Harry Belafonte:
LP : AR30048, NL42802, TA1015, CL42956, CSJ-586ADEH28, 2127LP, CCSLP-186CR046, SX-215HP-510, 11-701,
CD: ND89195, PDC2-1060, CD12512, RMB75089, CD95010, 07863-67403-2, GSS51531130-15250-2, EVC322, BCD16262, GSS5336, 1130-15250-2

Also recorded by:
Johnny Cash  
Mahalia Jackson CBS 67265
The Limeliters GNPD2188, WK1001, FE2056CD,

Helmut Lotti 72435-92606-2, My_Favorite_Classics

Willie Nelson      
Ray Price CBS 2720  
Paul Robeson      
The Seekers 8146392

Swingle Singers    
Slim Whitman Decca L1214(78rpm)  
Roger Whittaker    
Glenn Yarbrough  BDR1710D



A time, a time of strife
The place, the place is Ireland This Irish legend had it
And the last rose of summer fell and all the young men of Ireland Were together to stake a blow
For Ireland’s freedom and Ireland’s liberty
There' songs for those who stayed at home and songs for those who went away and all o'er Ireland were sad

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

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, oh Danny Boy I'll love you so

But if you fall as all the flowers are dying
And you are dead as dead you well maybe
I'll come and fine the place where you are laying
And kneel and say an Ave there for thee