Clydeside

Iain & Sheila Campbell + adjusted by Ken Campbell July 2014

INTRO = one verse

V1

C [Bbass] Am G7

Born among heath lands and sheep raising hills

Dm7 G7

Widening and winding through dockyards and mills

Am G7 Dm7 Em

Out on the swelling tide, timeless majestic Clyde

Dm7 Am Dm7 G7

Stately and steadily she flows out to sea

V2

C [Bbass] Am G7

We who love Clydeside its valleys and hills

Dm7 G7

Craftsmen and quay men their trades and their skills

Am G7 Dm7 Em

Where others led the way we follow on today

Dm7 Am Dm7 G7

Hearts filled with pride, raised on the Clyde

V3

C [Bbass] Am G7

River of freedom and giver of means

Dm7 G7

Out from her shipyards sailed liners and Queens

Am G7 Dm7 Em

Those too whose hearts and hands, helped build so many lands

Dm7 Am Dm7 G7

'Clydebuilt' the finest, the world's ever seen

INSTRUMENTAL VERSE

V1 REPEAT

INSTRUMENTAL VERSE

+ last line = G7 C [Bbass] F C

The Bonny Ship Balclutha

Ken Campbell / Bridgegate Music

Built in 1886 on the River Clyde in our home city of Glasgow, Scotland

the ‘Balclutha’ was also known as the ‘Star of Alaska’ and ‘Pacific Queen.

She carried cargo all round the world for 44 years, with a crew of about 26 to handle her 25 sails and complex rigging, beffore being restored and moved to San Francisco Bay where she became an icon.

Nobody had ever written a song for this famous ship, so we wrote this one for her.

Please take it and sing it.

We were honoured to perform it for the first time in concert on board the Balclutha in San Francisco Bay.

………………………………….

CH - ACAPELLA

From Cape Horn to Alaska, San Francisco to Australia

Pride of the Clyde, we sail with the tide, the bonny ship Balclutha

V1

F5 Bbadd2/F F5 AmaddF C7no3

In eighteen hundred eighty six, the bonny ship Balclutha

F5 AmaddF Bbadd2 F5 AmaddF C7no3 F5 Bbadd2/F F5 AmaddF

Was built on the Clyde, then sailed away, bound for San Fra-n--cisco Bay

CH

Bbadd2 F5 AmaddF Bbadd2 AmaddF C7no3

From Cape Horn to Alaska, San Fran---cisco to Aus-----tr---alia

F5 AmaddF Bbadd2 F AmaddF C7no3 F5

Pride of the Clyde, we sail with the tide, The bonny ship Balclu------tha

+ tag line

F5 AmaddF Bbadd F AmaddF C7no3 F5

V2

Across the Atlantic she did go, full of whisky wine and coal

Her yards were square, her gear all new, a bonny ship, good and true

CH

V3

In the lumber trade she served her time, with timber for the Ozzy mines

Made her mark in the canning trade, then back home to the Golden gates

CH

INSTRUMENTAL - VERSE

CH

V4 A finer lass you never knew, this old ship, her gallant crew

We sail today at break of day, we sail for San Francisco Bay

CH x 2

+ in tempo tag line

F Am Bb F Am C7 F

Northern Winds

Trad/Campbell, Bridgegate Music

The words, apart from verse four, are based on a Broadside from the the 19th century Poets Box originally at Glasgow Cross, now a collection in the Mitchell Library Glasgow, catalogued and restored by the wonderful Adam MacNaughton – singer /songwriter, living legend, and great friend of ours.

Verse four comes from a poem nailed up on the wall of the Clachan Pub in Drymen village, Loch Lomond.

The music is based on a Scandinavian tune learnt from the wonderful Hardanger fiddlers of Folkdangilda, Bergen, Norway during an epic music tour many years ago.

(Dm) Here around the ingle blazing,  (F) wha sae happy  (G) and so free

(Dm)  Though the northern winds blow freezing,  (F) friendship warms both (G) you and me

(F) Happy we are all together,  (C) Happy we’ll be one and  (C#dim) all

(Dm) Time shall see us all the better,  (C)Ere we rise tae  (G) gang awa

See the miser o’er his treasure, gloating wi a greedy ee
Can he see the glow of pleasure that around us here we see

Happy we are all together, Happy we’ll be one and all
Time shall see us all the better, Ere we rise tae gang awa

Can the Peer in silk and ermine call his conscience half his own
His clothes are spun and edged with vermin though he sits upon a throne

Happy we are all together, Happy we’ll be one and all
Time shall see us all the better, Ere we rise tae gang awa

We’ve seen the young become the old, we’ve seen their heads turn grey man
The rich, the poor, the meek, the bold, the preacher and the layman

Happy we are all together, Happy we’ll be one and all
Time shall see us all the better, Ere we rise tae gang awa

Here around the ingle blazing, wha sae happy and so free
Though the northern winds blow freezing friendship warms both you and me

Though the northern winds blow freezing friendship warms both you and me
Though the northern winds blow freezing friendship warms both you and me
Though the northern winds blow freezing friendship warms both you and me
Though the northern winds blow freezing friendship warms both you and me
Though the northern winds blow freezing friendship warms both you and me

Where the Scots Pine Grow

Campbell, Bridgegate Music

For all the good, honest, ordinary Scots folk who made our land, and similarly contributed to many other nations the world over…

(E) Take me  (E(D#))where, the  (C#m) Scots Pine  (A) grow, 

(E) to the  (E(D#))land that  (C#m) fills my  (A) soul

(E) Let me  (G#m6)see the  (A) grand des(E) ign,

the warp and  (B7) weft in the  (A)strands of  (B7) time

We  (E)watched them  (E(D#))come, we  (C#m) watched them  (A) go,

the (E) honest (E(D#))folk the  (C#m) seeds they  (A) sew

(E) They (G#m6)made this  (A) precious (E) land,

kith and  (B7) kin, (A) heart and  (B7) hand

So  (E) fa–re (G#m)you (B7) well, you  (E) ran (G#m)out of  (B7) time

(E) Fa-re (G#m) you (B7) well, you  (A) made this land of  (B7) mine

The old boys they all knew the way, they’ve seen it all some would say
So stop and listen can’t you hear, their words of wisdom on your ear
The moths that circle round the flame, it’s just a thing you can’t explain
A head, a heart, a clear true eye, they would never pass you by

So fare you well, you ran out of time
Fare you well, you made this land of mine

Out on the strands, along the roads, their heart it lives their spirit bold
And by the side of Scotland’s best, missed and loved their heads they rest
And did you see the grand design, what made them stand out in time
They sang their mystic melody, and carved their Celtic tapestry

So fare you well, you ran out of time
Fare you well, you made this land of mine
So fare you well, you ran out of time
Fare you well, you made this land of mine

Island of Hope

Campbell, Bridgegate Music

“The making of America people say.” Thirty million immigrants including many Scots, passed through Ellis Island, New York. The lyrics are the actual words of Ellis Island immigrants interviewed years later.

When  (Em) first we came in(C) to this land, our  (Am) hearts were full of  (B7) hopes and dreams

Ac (Em) ross the Atlantic  (C) we did sail, up the  (Am) Hudson river to  (B7)Ellis Isle

For  (G) thirty years we  (A) passed this way, the  (C) making of America  (D) people say

(G)  Leaving our past and our  (A) history for a  (C) life forbidden  (D) every (B7) day

(Em) Island of hope,  (C) island of fears,  (Am) island of dreams,(B7) island of tears

(Em) Island of hope,  (C) island of fears,  (Am) island of dreams,(B7) island of tears

When first we left our homeland, our hearts were broken and filled with pain
Homes broken loved ones lost, in a land we never will see again
Living in fear every day of the year, no hope just poverty and endless tears
Some will return most will remain, building a new life in a land of dreams

Island of hope, island of fears, island of dreams, island of tears
Island of hope, island of fears, island of dreams, island of tears

And now we are come to a new land, to cities and towns we don’t know their names
Out of the old world into the new, we’re bound across the rolling plains
This Island stands for all where strands, of poverty and greed drove us from our land
Russians Italians Germans and Poles, the Scots and the Irish and millions more

Island of hope, island of fears, island of dreams, island of tears
Island of hope, island of fears, island of dreams, island of tears
Island of hope, island of fears, island of dreams, island of tears
Island of hope, island of fears, island of dreams, island of tears

Hope, fears, dreams, tears
Hope, fears, dreams, tears
Hope, fears, dreams, tears
Hope, fears, dreams, tears

Achachrome

Aitken, Bridgegate Music

Achachrome was the Gaelic name of the abandoned Campbell family croft in Kilmartin Glen, Argyll.

Linsey wrote this for Ken, an atmospheric reflection of the spirit of the ghosts of the Highland Clearances and Scots emigrants, blending the pipe drones and haunting ‘cello lines together.

The ancient Kilmartin Glen hosts many Neolithic and Bronze Age sites and the remains of the Scots Fortress of Dunadd where the first Kings of Scotland were crowned.

Full Score:

Achachrome full score

Cello Solo:

Achachrome for Cello Solo

Treble Clef:

Achachrome for Treble Clef

Dundee Bound

Trad/Campbell, Bridgegate Music

Fragments of two traditional whaling songs from Dundee on the east coast of Scotland, collected by Maurice Fleming for a book of Dundee songs pub 1985. Additional words and music by us, and given a contemporary spin.

(G) Been to St (Bm6) Peters for  (C) tobacco and  (D7) rum, 

(G)  Goodbye (C) fare thee well,  (G)  goodbye (C) fare thee well

(G)  Heading (Bm6) home now the (C) trading’s (D7) done, 

 hur(G)  rah my  (Bm6) boys were  (Am11)Dundee, (G) bound 

(Am11)

 (Bm6)

 (D7) 

And it’s  (G)  home we are  (Bm6) bound it’s  (C) home we must  (D7)  go

(G)  Goodbye (C) fare thee well,  (G)  goodbye (C) fare thee well

(G)  Home we are  (Bm6)bound it’s  (C) home we must  (D7)  go

Hur (G)  rah my  (Bm6) boys we’re  (Am11) Dundee, (G)  bound 

(Am11) 

 (Bm6) 

 (D7)  

Never seen such winds and cold driving rain, goodbye fare thee well, goodbye fare thee well
The fog and the ice drive a man insane, hurrah my boys were Dundee, bound

And it’s home we are bound it’s home we must go
Goodbye fare thee well, goodbye fare thee well
Home we are bound, it’s home we must go
Hurrah my boys we’re Dundee, bound

I never had but one love and she is the sea, goodbye fare thee well, goodbye fare thee well
Song of the Siren keeps calling me, hurrah my boys were Dundee, bound

And it’s home we are bound it’s home we must go
Goodbye fare thee well, goodbye fare thee well
Home we are bound, it’s home we must go
Hurrah my boys we’re Dundee, bound

Ring of Aber

Campbell, Bridgegate Music

For all the people of our little village of Gartocharn on the southern shore of Loch Lomond, Scotland. Wha’s like ye ! Ring of Aber at the mouth of the River Endrick, sits next to a nature reserve and wild life sanctuary, looking northwards to Ben Lomond and the Scottish Highlands. The words say it all!

The  (Am7) sun slips  (G11/B) o’er the  (Am7) Lomond (G11/B)hills, 

(Am)  round Dun(Gsus4) cryne (F13) all is  (E7) still

The  (Dm7) wild geese  (G7) fly in o’er  (C) Dhuban(Am)  iel,

and  (F/A) settle on the  (E7) Ring of  (Am)  Aber

And  (Dm7)give me your(F) hand for I’ll  (C)  not let it  (Am)  pass, 

(Dm7)take the  (G7)  time to  (C)  raise (G7)  a (C)  glass 

You’re  (Dm7)welcome (F) here by the  (C)  bright fire(Am) light, 

what'(Dm7) er your  (G7)  fortune(F) may (Am) 

betide

Frozen snows on the wetlands lie, the Greenland Geese and the Greylags cry

From dusk till dawn ‘neath a starlit sky, and all is at peace in Aber

And give me your hand for I’ll not let it pass, take the time to raise a glass
You’re welcome here by the bright firelight, what’er your fortune may betide

Come sit you down both old and young, in the evening time when the day’s work’s done
Just take your ease for cares we’ve none, as the world outside keeps turning

And give me your hand for I’ll not let it pass, take the time to raise a glass

You’re welcome here by the bright firelight, what’er your fortune may betide