Cello,Piano - Level 3 - Digital Download SKU: A0.1436507 Composed by David Owen. Arranged by David Warin Solomons. Classical,Contemporary,Traditional. Score and part. 3 pages. David Warin Solomons #1016620. Published by David Warin Solomons (A0.1436507). Based on a song by the Welsh harpist David OwenThe pdf contains score and separate cello part.David the bard on his bed of death liesPale are his features and dim are his eyesYet all around him his glance wildly rovesTill it alights on the harp that he loves.Give me my harp, my companion so longLet it once more add its voice to my songThough my old fingers are palsied and weakStill my good harp for its master will speak.Often the hearts of our chiefs it has stirredWhen its loud summons to battle was heardHarp of my country, dear harp of the braveLet thy last notes hover over my grave.

Cello,Piano - Level 4 - Digital Download SKU: A0.1436492 Composed by Traditional. Arranged by David Warin Solomons. Classical,Contemporary,Traditional. Score and part. 6 pages. David Warin Solomons #1016606. Published by David Warin Solomons (A0.1436492). This is an upbeat version of the Welsh folk song Llwyn Onn (The Ash Grove)The pdf contains score and separate cello part.Down yonder green valley, where streamlets meander,When twilight is fading I pensively roveOr at the bright noontide in solitude wander,Amid the dark shades of the lonely ash grove; T was there, while the blackbird was cheerfully singing,I first met my dear one, the joy of my heart!Around us for gladness the bluebells were ringing,Ah! then little thought I how soon we should part.

Cello,Piano - Level 4 - Digital Download SKU: A0.1436508 Composed by Traditional. Arranged by David Warin Solomons. Classical,Contemporary,Traditional. Score and part. 3 pages. David Warin Solomons #1016621. Published by David Warin Solomons (A0.1436508). Based on a Welsh folk song on a hare hunt. The music also describes the leaping of the hare as it runs away.The pdf contains score and separate cello part.I hunted my Merry all into the hay,The Hare was before and the hounds 'ware away!'With my Hickerly Tout, ticklesome Trout,Hipperly, tipperly, eversheen, nipperly,Up the middle, vandigo-van.'Twas up the hill, down the form,Here a step, there a turn,Turn and sing merrily,Hunt hounds, away!