A gorgeous new take on a well-known traditional Irish Folk Song. A cappella, with full eight-part divisi throughout. Lush harmonies and a flowing, memorable melody make this a stunning and unique setting. "Sing in" the spring season with this new elegant arrangement for advanced mixed ensembles. — Santa Barbara Music Publishing
The traditional Irish folk song is wrapped in a gorgeous eight-part a cappella setting with expanded harmonies. The flowing, memorable melody is surrounded with lilting motives and an elegant harmonization that makes this a stunning spring choice for more advanced choirs. — JW Pepper
Hot off the presses is our brand new recording of Tim Harbold's gloriously inventive arrangement of folksong favorite, Down by the Salley Gardens. Tim's ingenious evocation of uilleann pipes, the national bagpipes of Ireland, immediately transport us to the banks of the Ballysadare River in County Sligo. — Ensemble Altera
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A concert performance by the amazing Ensemble Altera, under the direction of Christopher Lowrey:
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My first version of this piece focused straightforwardly on using lush harmonies to capture the wistfulness of lost love. The harmonies were gorgeous, but the arrangement was missing something. By chance, I included the arrangement on a concert celebrating folksongs of the British Isles, for which I was collaborating with an uilleann piper and a fiddler. On a lark, we decided to add some uilleann pipe drones to the performance, and I loved the effect so much that I incorporated the piper's drone into the choral arrangement. A simple idea that transformed the piece! "BEST SELLER" AT SANTA BARBARA MUSIC PUBLISHING
Down by the Salley Gardens ranked 9th on SBMP's list of 2023 best sellers in the Virtuosos category! I'm in highly distinguished company, including Eric Whitacre and Stacey Gibbs! 
LYRICSDown by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet. She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree; But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree. In a field by the river my love and I did stand, And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand. She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs; But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears. — William Butler Yeats, 1889 |
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