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Danny Boy
Seven C's 220
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Danny Boy
Seven C's 220

ID: 10843

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Cue Sheet


Four ladies chain across the ring and then
You chain them home
You join up hands, circle left around the ring and then
Left allemande and weave
*The sunner's gone and all the flowers
Swing and promenade
Tis you, tis you must go
And I must bide

FIGURE    Mainstream, corner progression

Heads pass the ocean, extend, girls trade
Recycle now, pass thru, trade by
Swing thru and then boys trade, boys run, bend the line
Square thru 3 hands
Swing and promenade
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy
I love you so


*Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow


Allemande left, come back and swing
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy
I love you so


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Danny Boy Lyrics ID: 1034

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 flowers are dying
'tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.

But come you 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 if you come, when all the flowers 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.

And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me
I simply sleep in peace until you come to me.

Lyrics by Frederic Edward Weatherly. 



ID: 10843
    last modified: 2012-01-07 at 00:00:00
20-September-2019 22:16:38
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