Instrumental Duet Cello,Guitar,Instrumental Duet - Level 3 - Digital Download SKU: A0.577979 Composed by Thomas Moore. Arranged by David Warin Solomons. 20th Century,Classical,Romantic Period. Score and parts. 8 pages. David Warin Solomons #3477903. Published by David Warin Solomons (A0.577979). Instrumental arrangement of a song by Thomas Moore based on an old Irish air.

Cello,Guitar,Instrumental Duet - Level 3 - Digital Download SKU: A0.1434763 Composed by David Owen. Arranged by David Warin Solomons. Celtic,Contemporary,Irish,Traditional. 4 pages. David Warin Solomons #1014894. Published by David Warin Solomons (A0.1434763). Based on a song by the Welsh harpist David OwenThe pdf contains score and partsDavid 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,Guitar,Instrumental Duet - Level 3 - Digital Download SKU: A0.1434759 Composed by Traditional. Arranged by David Warin Solomons. Contemporary,Traditional. 8 pages. David Warin Solomons #1014890. Published by David Warin Solomons (A0.1434759). Based on the old Scottish ballad Gilderoy, about a handsome highwayman who was eventually betrayed by his mistress.The pdf contains score and partsThe last, the dreaded hour is come,That bears my love from me:I hear the dead note of the drum,I mark the fatal tree.The bell has toll'd; it shakes my heart;The trumpet speaks thy name:And must my Gilderoy depart,To bear a death of shame!No bosom trembles for thy doom;No mourner wipes a tear;The gallows' foot is all they tomb,The sledge is all thy bier.Oh Gilderoy! I bethought we thenSo soon, so sad to part,When first in Roslin's lovely glenYou triumph'd o'er my heart?Your locks they glitter'd to the sheen,Your hunter garb was trim;And graceful was the ribbon green,That bound your many limb!Ah! little thought I to deploreThose limbs in fetters bound;Or hear, upon the scaffold floor,The midnight hammer sound.Ye cruel, cruel, that combinedThe guiltless to pursue;My Gilderoy was ever kind,He could not injure you!A long adieu! but where shall flyThy widow all forlorn,When ev'ry mean and cruel eyeRegards my wo with scorn?Yes! they will mock thy widow's tears,And hate thine orphan boy;Alas! his infant beauty wearsThe form of Gilderoy.Then will I seek the dreary moundThat wraps thy mouldering clay,And weep and linger on the ground,And sigh my heart away.

Cello,Guitar,Instrumental Duet - Level 4 - Digital Download SKU: A0.1434761 Composed by David Warin Solomons. 20th Century,Comedy. 5 pages. David Warin Solomons #1014892. Published by David Warin Solomons (A0.1434761). Instrumental re-working of my folksong based on the enjoyment of the deep fried banana in ScotlandThe pdf contains score and partsYoung Hamish he went out to buy him some chipsand ordered a haddock and good saucy dipsHis eyes then did wander and he licked his lips'Cause he'd spotted a Scottish bananaOch aye! that'll do me!The deep fried banana's just right for my tea!So Hamish he emptied his wallet right thereand all for the Scottish banana.all for the Scottishall for the Scottishall for the Scottish bananaNow everyone knows deep fried food does you goodProvided you have a wee apple for pudBut Hamish just kept all that under his hoodPreferring his Scottish banana.Och aye! that'll do me!Cos deep fried bananas are all I can see!So Hamish he picked up his package of foodincluding the Scottish banana.all for the Scottishall for the Scottishall for the Scottish bananaYoung Hamish went home now with all of his haulSat down on the sofa with TV and allHe opened the package and started to bawlThere was fish and chips but no banana!Och nay! I'll check where I wentIt surely was stolen by some passing gentOr else it escaped while my money was spentOh where is my Scottish banana?all for the Scottishall for the Scottishall for the Scottish bananaBut Hamish just couldn't account for his lossHe looked in the heather, he looked in the mossHe questioned a passing great white albatrossBut nary a sign of banana!Oh nay, where can it be?Bananas don't vanish, bananas don't flee!So Hamish he turned and then quite suddenlyHe slipped on his Scottish banana!all for the Scottishall for the Scottishall for the Scottish banana.

Instrumental Duet Cello,Guitar,Instrumental Duet - Level 3 - Digital Download SKU: A0.577529 Composed by Anon. Arranged by David Warin Solomons. Classical,Renaissance,World. Score and parts. 6 pages. David Warin Solomons #1985937. Published by David Warin Solomons (A0.577529). Instrumental duo based on an anonymous 15th century macaronic song about a girl who was made pregnant, and then abandoned, by a cleric. The melody is taken by the guitar in with variations in the middle, while the melody instrument has a countermelody, and then, in the final section, the melody instruments provides a few divisions. The sound sample is an electronic preview For interest here are the words of the original song with my translation of the Latin bits: Up I arose in verno tempore [in springtime] and found a maiden sub quadam arbore [under some tree] that did complain in suo pectore [in her bosom] saying I feel puerum movere [the little boy moving] Adieu pleasures antiquo tempore, [in times gone by] full oft with you solebam ludere. [I used to play] but for my sins mihi deridere [they hold me in derision] with right good cause incipio flere [I start to weep] Now what shall I say meis parentibus, [to my parents] because I lay with quidam clericus [some man of the cloth] They will beat me cum virgis et fustibus [with sticks and clubs] and me sore chaste coram omnibus [in front of everybody] With the said child quid faciam [what shall I do] shall I it keep vel interficiam [or kill it] If I slay it quo loco fugiam [where shall I flee to] I shall lose God et vitam eternam [and eternal life].