Wild Roving
An alternative version of a classic traditional song from the late legendary Scots fiddler and singer Willie Beaton, here given the Tom Boy up tempo approach ! We first learn’t this version by osmosis from the singing of Sylvia Barns and Mick West, two of Scotland’s finest traditional singers, musical companions and friends for more years than we would all care to remember.
Trad/Arr.Aitken, Bridgegate Music
An alternative version of a classic traditional song from the late legendary Scots fiddler and singer Willie Beaton, here given the Tom Boy up tempo approach ! We first learn’t this version by osmosis from the singing of Sylvia Barns and Mick West, two of Scotland’s finest traditional singers, musical companions and friends for more years than we would all care to remember.
I have (Cm) been a wild (Bbm6) rover for (Abm11) many’s a (G7) year And I’ve (Cm)
spent all my (Bbm6) money on (Abm11) whisky (Bbm6) and (Cm) beer
But (Cm) now I’m (Bbm6) returning with (Abm11) gold in great (G7) store And I (Cm) ne’er shall be (G7) called Wild (Abm11) Rover (Bbm6) no(Cm) more.
Wild (Cm) roving I’ll give (Bbm6) over Wild (Abm11) roving I’ll give (G7) o’er
And I’ll (Cm) ne’r shall be (Bbm6) called Wild (Abm11) Rover no (G7) more.
Wild (Cm) roving I’ll give (Bbm6) over Wild (Abm11) roving I’ll give (G7) o’er
And I (Cm) ne’r shall be (Bbm6) called Wild (Abm11) Rover (Bbm6) no (Cm) more.
I went into an ale house, I used to frequent And I told the Landlady all my money was spent
I asked her for credit she answered me nay Saying custom as yours I can have any day
Wild roving I’ll give over Wild roving I’ll give o’er
And I’ll ne’r shall be called Wild Rover no more.
Wild roving I’ll give over Wild roving I’ll give o’er
And I ne’r shall be called Wild Rover no more
I went into my pocket, pulled out sovereigns bright And the Landlady’s eyes opened wide with delight
Says she I have whiskies and wines of the best And the words that I spoke were only in jest
Wild roving I’ll give over Wild roving I’ll give o’er
And I’ll ne’r shall be called Wild Rover no more.
Wild roving I’ll give over Wild roving I’ll give o’er
And I ne’r shall be called Wild Rover no more
I’ll go back to my parents, confess what I’ve done And I’ll ask them to pardon their prodigal son
And if they caress me as oft times before Then I ne’er shall be called Wild Rover no more.
Wild roving I’ll give over Wild roving I’ll give o’er
And I’ll ne’r shall be called Wild Rover no more.
Wild roving I’ll give over Wild roving I’ll give o’er
And I ne’r shall be called Wild Rover no more
Red Legs
A little known tragic but true story – Scotland’s lost tribe of sugar slaves in Barbados, banished as indentured labour, and still there today in the northeast of the island where you will also find the Scotland District and a Saint Andrews Parish.
Campbell, Bridgegate Music
A little known tragic but true story – Scotland’s lost tribe of sugar slaves in Barbados, banished as indentured labour, and still there today in the northeast of the island where you will also find the Scotland District and a Saint Andrews Parish.
There are dozens of traditional songs about Scots convicts and others being banished to Van Deamon Land, Australia, but none about the ‘Redlegs’ as they were known in Barbados, so here is the first!
(G) Dark was the (C) day from their (G) homes they were (C) torn, a (G) lost tribe of (C) Scots, (D7) abandoned, (G) alone.
The (C) poor and the hungry with (G) their lives they paid, in (C) dentured as slaves,
(G) sold and betrayed.
(G) Shipped to the (C)Indies and (G) there they (C) remain,
(G) ghosts from the (D7) past, and (C) Scotland’s, (G) shame
To (C) hell or Barbados to (G) work sugarcane, the (C) Redlegs they toiled for (G) other men’s gain
(G) Woman and (C)children and (G) fathers and (C) sons,
In the (G) name of hum (D7) anity (C) what have we (G) done
By stark, craggy cliffs on the windward shore, in rain sodden hills despised and ignored,
Proud and poor for years they clung, living in hope they could return,
Through death and disease in a desperate plight, welcomed neither by black or by white.
To hell or Barbados to work sugarcane, the Redlegs they toiled for other men’s gain
Woman and children and fathers and sons, In the name of humanity what have we done
The (Em)passage of (D7) time bleaches (C)
out men’s (Bm6) stains, the (Am11) poor leave no (Bm6) record of (C) hunger and (D7) pain,
(Em) Damned by (D7) slavery, (C) haunted, depr(Bm6) ived,
(Am) innocent (Bm6) victims (C) trying to (D7) survive
Island of wealth and plenty for some, An island paradise under the sun
Where Scotland’s Sugar Slaves still live today, 14 miles from the beach where we play
A people apart beleaguered and shunned, They vanish like snow in the tropical sun
To hell or Barbados to work sugarcane, the Redlegs they toiled for other men’s gain
Woman and children and fathers and sons, In the name of humanity what have we done
Woman and children and fathers and sons, In the name of humanity what have we done
Time and Tide
A song for Scotland, inspired by our lochside living, the changing seasons, the wildlife, the people and the community that surrounds us here.
Campbell, Bridgegate Music
A song for Scotland, inspired by our lochside living, the changing seasons, the wildlife, the people and the community that surrounds us here.
(C) …The (Am11) sun lies (C) low (Dm7) in (Em6) the (F) even (Em6) ing (Dm7) sky
(Dm7) Wispy (Em6) bands of (Dm7) cloud drift (G7) slowly (C) by
(C) …Your (Am11) hand in (C) mine we (Dm7) watch (Em6) the (F) wild (Em6) geese (Dm7) fly
Their (Dm7) broad wings (Em6) slowly (Dm7) arch and (G7) beat the (C) sky
(C) …In (Am11) ragged (C) wavy (Dm7) lines (Em6) they (F) call (Em6) and res (Dm7) pond
(Dm7) Paired for (Em6) life they (Dm7) never (G7) break the (C) bond
Through (G11) wind and (F13) rain and (Em7sus6) time and (G11) tide
We (G11) are as (F13) one (Em7sus6) side by (G11) side
We (Am11) share this (D7) wondrous (G7) land We (Em6) are as (Dm7) one
(G7) hand in (C) hand
Come spring the meadow blooms along the shore
Through summer days swallows swoop and soar
Then autumn turns to yellow, red and gold
Till frost, and snowy winter days enfold
Now there’s a new life for you and me
Hopes and dreams and new things to be
Through wind and rain and time and tide, We are as one, side by side
We share this wondrous land, We are as one, hand in hand
Wind, rain, time, tide,
Wind, rain, time, tide,
Wind, rain, time, tide,
Wind, rain, time, tide,
We are as one, side by side
Bonnie Rose
An evocative piece written by Linsey for her daughters, Gabby and VV and her beloved ‘cello which was made in 1790.
Aitken, Bridgegate Music
An evocative piece written by Linsey for her daughters, Gabby and VV and her beloved ‘cello which was made in 1790.
Being a Pianist too, Linsey has included an arrangement for solo ‘Cello with Piano accompaniment.
She also has an arrangement for String Quartet if you wish!… watch this space for the symphonic version!…
‘Cello Solo:
Treble Clef:
‘Cello with Piano accompaniment:
Silent and Shy
Unrequited love ! A Russian Cossack tune called ‘Romance’, learnt from and performed with our good friends the world famous ‘Rostov Balalaika’ from Rostov on Don, twin city of Glasgow Scotland, during tours with them in Russia and Scotland which includied many jovial nights.
Campbell, Bridgegate Music
Unrequited love ! A Russian Cossack tune called ‘Romance’, learnt from and performed with our good friends the world famous ‘Rostov Balalaika’ from Rostov on Don, twin city of Glasgow Scotland, during tours with them in Russia and Scotland which includied many jovial nights.
The lyrics are a loose translation from Pushkin, Russia’s celebrated poet similar in fame to our Robert Burns.
I (Dm) raised my (A7) eyes, and you were (Dm) there
A fleeting (Gm) glimpse of you, (C) …so beauti(F) ful and rare
So (D7) long have (Gm) you, (C) …haunted my (F) dreams(Bbmaj7)
…Dark days and (Dm) skies above, (A7) …no one to (Dm) love
Then (D7) I looked (Gm) up again, (C) …and you were (F) there(Bbmaj7)
…Just as (Dm) beautiful, (A7) …and oh so (Dm) fair (Gm) (Dm)
I loved you, and I still do
The feeling it remains, so quiet within my soul
I do not wish to cause you pain
Hopelessly I loved you, silent and shy
God grant you find, one who will love you
As tenderly and truthfully as I
I raised my eyes, and you were there
A fleeting glimpse of you, so beautiful and rare
So long have you, haunted my dreams
Hopelessly I loved you, silent and shy
God grant you find, one who will love you
As tenderly and truthfully as I
Wheel of Fortune
A traditional chorus song from Durham in North East England, learn’t from the great Jez Lowe, one of England’s best singer/songwriters.
Trad/Arr.Aitken, Bridgegate Music
A traditional chorus song from Durham in North East England, learn’t from the great Jez Lowe, one of England’s best singer/songwriters.
(D) Turn you (F#m6) round you (G) wheel of (A7) fortune,
(G) turn you (F#m6) round and (Em)smile on (A7) me
(G) Loving (F#m6) words are (Em) quite uncer (A7) tain,
(D) sad experi (F#m6) ence (G) teaches (A7) me
(D) After the (F#m6) morn there (G) comes the (A7) evening,
(G) after the (F#m6) evening anoth(Em) er (A7) day
(G) After a (F#m6) false love there (Em) comes a tru(A7) e one,
I’d (D) have you (F#m6) listen to (G) what I (A7) say
Turn you round you wheel of fortune, turn you round and smile on m
Loving words are quite uncertain, sad experience teaches me
If I had known before I courted, that love was oh so cruel to win
I’d have locked my heart in box of golden, and sealed it with a silver pin
Turn you round you wheel of fortune, turn you round and smile on me
Loving words are quite uncertain, sad experience teaches me
Winter brings an end to summer, the green leaves fall from every tree
And time will bring an end to all things, and love will bring an end to me
Turn you round you wheel of fortune, turn you round and smile on me
Loving words are quite uncertain, sad experience teaches me
Turn you round you wheel of fortune, turn you round and smile on me
Loving words are quite uncertain, sad experience teaches me
Gabby’s Waltz
Linsey wrote this waltz for her daughter Gabby. When she was just a wee girl, Gabby would spend many a happy hour twirling around the kitchen to the accompaniment of Lins on the piano whilst she played the pots and pans with a wooden spoon!
Aitken, Bridgegate Music
Linsey wrote this waltz for her daughter Gabby. When she was just a wee girl, Gabby would spend many a happy hour twirling around the kitchen to the accompaniment of Lins on the piano whilst she played the pots and pans with a wooden spoon!
Lins has intertwined this waltz into Wheel of Fortune…keep on dancing.
Cello Solo:
Treble Clef:
The Giving Kind
For Linsey’s inspirational polish Uncle Stephan with whom she spent many happy childhood hours playing the violin, ‘cello and piano together…a wonderful man and one of life’s true enthusiasts and a “Giver” big time! A funky little ‘cello number…
Aitken, Bridgegate Music
For Linsey’s inspirational polish Uncle Stephan with whom she spent many happy childhood hours playing the violin, ‘cello and piano together…a wonderful man and one of life’s true enthusiasts and a “Giver” big time! A funky little ‘cello number…
We have included the basic melodic line for you but feel free in the middle to break out and jazz it up as you will with a bit of musical free-fall …this was what usually happened when Linsey and Uncle Stephan got together…things would start out fairly straight forwardly but would quickly float away on a musical tangent (with fits of the giggles thrown in for good measure) and rarely ever brought back under control!
Have fun with this one!
Cello Solo:
The Giving Kind for Cello Solo
Treble Clef: