Bluesharp Songbook

für die diatonische Mundharmonika im Richter-System - ohne Noten + MP3-Sounds

for the diatonic harmonica in Richter tuning - no music notes + MP3-Sounds

48 Songs from Ireland & Great Britain

Inhaltsangabe / table of content:

Instrument

Die Tabulatur / the tablature

Sounds

A Highland Lad my love was born

Across the western Ocean

Arthur McBride

At the wave mouth

Auld Lang Syne

Barbara Allen (In scarlet town, where I was born)

Byker Hill

Ceol brutha – A Fairy plaint

Down by the Sally Gardens

Drunken sailor

Duan Nollaig – Christmas Duanag

Eileen Aroon

Farewell, Nancy

I will never marry

I'll tell my ma

Loch Lomond

MacPherson's Farewell

Marmaid Song

Molly Malone

My Bonnie lies over the ocean

Scots wha hae

Skye Boat Song

Spancil Hill

Spanish Lady

Spinningwheel Song

Sweet Carnloch Bay

Tam Glen

The Ash Grove

The Bantry Girls of Lament

The Castle of Dromore

The Croppy Boy

The Curragh of Kildare

The Earl of Moray

The Foggy Dew

The Highland Widow's Lament

The Lark in the Clear Air

The leaving of Liverpool

The lost Child

The meeting of the Waters

The Parting Glass

The rising of the Moon

The Seagull of the Land-under-Waves

There was a Lad was Born in Kyle

What can a young Lassie do

Whiskey in the Jar

Wild rover

Will ye go, Lassie?

Ye Banks and Braes

Akkorde / chords

Rhythmuspattern / rhythm pattern

Verschiedenes / misc

Impressum / imprint

Mehr Bücher / more books

Instrument

Die Einzeltonmundharmonika im Richter-System - "Bluesharp"
Die Melodietöne der "Bluesharp" beginnen mit dem Kanal/Loch 4. Die Kanäle 1-3 wurden ursprünglich für das Akkordspiel gedacht und sind in diesem Buch nicht relevant.
Mit gespitzen Lippen (dem sog. "lipping" oder "pucking"), ähnlich wie beim Pfeifen, soll nur der genannte Kanal alleine getroffen werden – der Unterstrich unter der Kanalnummer bedeutet "Luft ziehen bzw. saugen", ansonsten wird in den Kanal Luft geblasen.
Bitte nur durch das Instrument "atmen", zu hoher Luftdruck kann vor allem bei den hohen Tönen Probleme verursachen.
Alles MP3-Sounds und die notierten Begleitakkorde passen zum Instrument in der Tonart "C", die Symbole für die Melodie sind unabhängig von der Tonart des Instrumentes.

The single-tone harmonica in the Richter system - "Bluesharp"
The melody tones of the "Bluesharp" starts with channel/hole 4. Channels 1-3 were originally intended for playing chords and are not relevant in this book.
With pointed lips (the so-called "lipping" or "pucking"), similar to whistling, only the named channel should be hit alone - the underscore under the channel number means "draw or suck air", otherwise there is air in the channel blown.
Please only "breathe" through the instrument, too high air pressure can cause problems, especially with the higher notes.
All MP3 sounds and the noted chords fit the instrument in the key "C", the symbols for the melody are independent of the key of the instrument.

Die Tabulatur / the tablature

(1) Begleitakkorde, für die "Bluesharp" in C-Dur
(2) Text, gesungen bestimmt dieser die Rhythmik der Töne
(3) Nummer des Kanals laut Grafik auf vorhergehender Seite - der Unterstrich bedeutet "ziehen"

Pattern: 1 _ 2 & 3 &: Schlagmuster für Gitarre - siehe Anhang

(1) chords, for the "Bluesharp" in the key of C
(2) lyrics, if you sing them you know the rhythm of the melody
(3) number of the channel, see graphic in the page before - the underline means "draw"

Pattern: 1 _ 2 & 3 &: rhythm pattern for guitar - see attachement

A Highland Lad my love was born

Robert Burns, Scottish Folk / Pattern: 1 _ 2 & 3 _ 4 &

Wi' his philabeg my love was born,
an' gude claymore down by his side;
The ladies' hearts he did trepan,
my gallant braw John Highlandman.

Sing hey my braw John Highlandman!
Sing ho my braw John Highlandman!
There's no` a l-ad i-n a' the lan',
was match for m-y John Highlandman.

They banished him beyond the sea,
but ere the bud was on the tree,
a down my cheeks the pearls ran,
embracing my John Highlandman.

Sing hey my braw John Highlandman!
Sing ho my braw John Highlandman!
There's no` a l-ad i-n a' the lan',
was match for m-y John Highlandman.

But oh! they catch'd him in the last,
and bound him in a dungeon fast,
but curse upon them, every one,
they've hanged my braw John Highlandman

Sing hey my braw John Highlandman!
Sing ho my braw John Highlandman!
There's no` a l-ad i-n a' the lan',
was match for m-y John Highlandman.

Across the western Ocean

Irish Trad. / Pattern: 1 _ 2 & 3 _ 4 &

Beware these packet ships I say,
Amelia, where you bound for?
They'll steal your stores and clothes away
across the Western Ocean.

There's Liverpool Pat with his tarpaulin hat.
Amelia, where you bound for?
And Yankee John the packet rat,
across the Western Ocean.

Father and Mother, say goodbye.
Amelia, where you bound for?
Brother and sister, don't you cry,
across the Western Ocean.

Arthur McBride

Irish Trad. / Pattern: 1 _ 2 & 3 &

At the wave mouth

Hebrides Trad. / Pattern: 1 _ 2 _ 3 _ 4 _

Nor merle she normavis she,
St. Bridge`s bird she nor seamew.
Nor seal from far away linns,
nor kyle seamaiden she!

And who may the strange on be,
woh croons beside the wavemouth?
Like seawrack brown and beauteous,
who may you strange one be?

Auld Lang Syne

Trad. / Pattern: 1 _ 2 & 3 _ 4 &

And surely you will buy your cup and surely I'll buy mine, And we'll take a cup o'kindness yet - for auld lang syne. Chorus: For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne, We'll take a cup o' kindness yet, for auld lang syne. We too have run around the slopes and picked the daisies ine, We've londoned many weary foot since auld lang syne. Chorus We too have paddled in the stream from morning sun to night, But the seas between us broad have roared from auld lang syne. Chorus

Barbara Allen (In scarlet town, where I was born)

Trad. / Pattern: 1 _ 2 & 3 &

All in the merry month of May when green buds they were swellin',
young Jeremy Grove on his deathbed lay for love of Barbara Allen.

He sent his man unto her then, to the town where she was dwellin'.
"You must come to my master dear, if your name be Barbara Allen.

For death is printed on his face and o'er his heart is stealin'.
Then haste away to comfort him, O lovely Barbara Allen."

Though death be printed on his face and o'er his heart be stealin'.
Yet little better shall he be for bonny Barbara Allen.

So slowly, slowly, she came up and slowly she came nigh him,
and all she said when there she came, "Young man, I think you're dyin'."

He turned his face unto her straight with deadly sorrow sighin'.
"O lovely maid, come pity me; I'm on my deathbed lyin'."

"If on your deathbed you do lie what needs the tale you're tellin'?
I cannot keep you from your death. Farewell," said Barbara Allen.

He turned his face unto the wall as deadly pangs he fell in.
"Adieu! Adieu! Adieu to you all! Adieu to Barbara Allen!"
As she was walking o'er the fields she heard the bell a-knellin'
and every stroke did seem to say, "Unworthy Barbara Allen."

She turned her body 'round about and spied the corpse a-comin'.
"Lay down, lay down the corpse," she said, "That I may look upon him."

With scornful eye she looked down, her cheek with laughter swellin',
that all her friends cried out amaine, "Unworthy Barbara Allen."

When he was dead and laid in grave her heart was struck with sorrow.
"O mother, mother, make my bed for I shall die tomorrow.

Hard-hearted creature, him to slight who loved me so dearly,
o that I had been more kind to him, when he was live and near me!"

She on her deathbed, as she lay, begged to be buried by him
and sore repented of the day that she did e'er deny him.

"Farewell," she said, "ye virgins all, and shun the fault I fell in.
Henceforth take warning by the fall of cruel Barbara Allen."

Byker Hill

Irish Trad. / Pattern: 1 _ 2 & 3 _ 4 &

The pitman and the keelman trim they drink bumble made from gin.
Then to dance they all begin to the tune of the Elsie Marley.

When first I went down to the dirt, I had no cowl nor pitshirt.
Now I've gotten two or three, Walker Pit's done well by me.

All the boys from Walker Shore, drink half a pint then eighteen more.
All the way they rant and roar, to the tune of the Elsie Marley.

Geordie Charlton had a pig, he hit it with a shovel and it danced a jig.
All the way to Walker Shore, to the tune of the Elsie Marley.

Ceol brutha – A Fairy plaint

Hebrides Trad. / Pattern: 1 _ 2 & 3 &

Low my hut is low and narrow-
O hi o hu o ho.
Waiting wisp o` thatch or heathrope.
O hi o hu o ho.

Down by the Sally Gardens

W. B. Yeats / Pattern: 1 _ 2 & 3 _ 4 &

In a field down by the river,
my love and I did stand
And on my leaning shoulder,
she laid her snow-white hand.
She bid me take life easy ,
as the grass grows upon the weirs
But I was young and foolish,
and now am full of tears.

Down by the Sally Gardens,
my love and I did meet.
She crossed the Sally Gardens
with little snow-white feet.
She bid me