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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
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<poem>
In Derry vale, beside the singing river,
so oft I strayed, ah, many years ago,
and culled at morn the golden daffodillies
that came with spring to set the world aglow.
Oh, Derry vale, my thoughts are ever turning
to your broad stream and fairycircled lea,
for your green isles my exiled heart is yearning,
so far away across the sea.
In Derry vale, amid the Foyle's dark waters,
the salmon leap above the surging weir,
the seabirds call - I still can hear them calling
in night's long dreams of those so dear.
Oh, tarrying years, fly faster, ever faster,
I long to see the vale belov'd so well,
I long to know that I am not forgotten,
and there at home in peace to dwell.
</poem>


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Editor: Jeremy Rawson (submitted 2009-07-13).   Score information: A4, 4 pages, 49 kB   Copyright: Personal
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General Information

Title: Londonderry Air
Composer: Jeremy Rawson

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularFolksong

Language: English
Instruments: Piano
Published: 2007

Description: An arrangement of the Irish folk song for SATB with piano. This is one of Ten British Folk Song arrangements. See the composer page for the others.

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Original text and translations

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In Derry vale, beside the singing river,
so oft I strayed, ah, many years ago,
and culled at morn the golden daffodillies
that came with spring to set the world aglow.
Oh, Derry vale, my thoughts are ever turning
to your broad stream and fairycircled lea,
for your green isles my exiled heart is yearning,
so far away across the sea.
In Derry vale, amid the Foyle's dark waters,
the salmon leap above the surging weir,
the seabirds call - I still can hear them calling
in night's long dreams of those so dear.
Oh, tarrying years, fly faster, ever faster,
I long to see the vale belov'd so well,
I long to know that I am not forgotten,
and there at home in peace to dwell.