Download Digital Sheet Music of That's the Way It Is for Cello, Guitar (duet)

That's the Way It Is

I have a bonnet trimmed with blue for cello and guitar #Cello, Guitar (duet) #INTERMEDIATE #Traditional #David Warin Solomons #I have a bonnet trimmed with b #David Warin Solomons #SheetMusicPlus

Cello,Guitar,Instrumental Duet - Level 3 - Digital Download SKU: A0.1434765 Composed by Traditional. Arranged by David Warin Solomons. Celtic,Contemporar...(+)

Cello,Guitar,Instrumental Duet - Level 3 - Digital Download SKU: A0.1434765 Composed by Traditional. Arranged by David Warin Solomons. Celtic,Contemporary,Irish,Traditional. 5 pages. David Warin Solomons #1014896. Published by David Warin Solomons (A0.1434765). Based on an Irish folksongThe pdf contains score and partsI have a bonnet trimmed with blue.Do you wear it? Yes, I do.I will wear it when I can,going to the ball with my young man.My young man has gone to sea,but when he comes back he'll play for me.Tip to the heel and tip to the toeand that's the way the Polka goes.My young man is home from seahe's come back to marry meTip to the heel and tip to the toeand that's the way the Polka goes.I have a bonnet trimmed with blue.Do you wear it? Yes, I do.I will wear it when I can,going to the ball with my young man.

Gilderoy for cello and guitar #Cello, Guitar (duet) #INTERMEDIATE #Traditional #David Warin Solomons #it shakes my heart #Gilderoy for cello and guitar #David Warin Solomons #SheetMusicPlus

Cello,Guitar,Instrumental Duet - Level 3 - Digital Download SKU: A0.1434759 Composed by Traditional. Arranged by David Warin Solomons. Contemporary,Tradi...(+)

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.