Stanley Allison Rogers (November 29, 1949 – June 2, 1983) was a Canadian folk musician and songwriter.
Rogers was noted for his rich, baritone voice and his traditional-sounding songs which were frequently inspired by Canadian history and the daily lives of working people, especially those from the fishing villages of the Maritime provinces and, later, the farms of the Canadian prairies and Great Lakes. Rogers died in a fire aboard Air Canada Flight 797 on the ground at the Greater Cincinnati Airport at the age of 33.
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
THE WITCH OF THE WESTMORLAND Time: 2/4 Tenor: C Bass: C - Archie Fisher, 198? - Record: Stan Rogers, Between The Breaks
1 * * 4 * 1 * 6m7 * Pale was the wounded knight___ that bore the rowan shield 1 * 57 6m 4 * 5 * Loud and cruel were the raven's cries that feasted on the field 1 * * 4 * 1 * 6m7 * Saying: beck water, cold and clear___, will never clean your wound 1 * 57 6m 4 * 5 * There's none but the Witch of the Westmor-land can make thee hale and sound
1 * * 4 * 1 * 6m7 * So turn, turn your stallion's head___, till his red mane flies in the wind 1 * 57 6m 4 * 5 * And the rider of the moon goes by and the bright star falls be-hind 1 * * 4 * 1 * 6m7 * And clear was the paley moon___, when his shadow passed him by 1 * 57 6m 4 * 5 * Be-low the hills were the brightest stars when he heard the owlet cry
1 * * 4 * 1 * 6m7 * Saying: Why do you ride this way___, and wherefore came you here 1 * 57 6m 4 * 5 * I seek the Witch of the Westmor-land, who dwells by the winding mere 1 * * 4 * 1 * 6m7 * And it's weary by the Ulls-water___ and the misty brake fern way 1 * 57 6m 4 * 5 * Till through the cleft of the Kirkstane Pass, the winding water lay
1 * * 4 * 1 * 6m7 * He said: Lie down, my brindled hound___, and rest ye, my good grey hawk 1 * 57 6m 4 * 5 * And thee, my steed, may graze thy fill, for I must dis-mount and walk 1 * * 4 * 1 * 6m7 * But come when you hear my horn___, and answer swift the call 1 * 57 6m 4 * 5 * For I fear ere the sun will rise this morn ye will serve me best of all
1 * * 4 * 1 * 6m7 * And it's down to the water's brim___, he's born the rowan shield 1 * 57 6m 4 * 5 * And the golden-rod he has cast in, to see what the lake might yield 1 * * 4 * 1 * 6m7 * And wet rose she from the lake___, and fast and fleet went she 1 * 57 6m 4 * 5 * One half the form of a maiden fair with a jet black mare's bo-dy
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NOTES: - Timing: 2/4 avoids original mixed time (4/4 & 2/4) - Rogers: Tuning: DADGAG, Play G (capo 5 = C)
THE WITCH OF THE WESTMORLAND PAGE TWO
1 * * 4 * 1 * 6m7 * And loud, long and shrill he blew___ till his steed was by his side 1 * 57 6m 4 * 5 * High over-head the grey hawk flew and swiftly he did ride 1 * * 4 * 1 * 6m7 * Saying: Course well, my brindled hound___, and fetch me the jet black mare 1 * 57 6m 4 * 5 * Stoop and strike, my good grey hawk, and bring me the maiden fair
1 * * 4 * 1 * 6m7 * She said: Pray, sheathe thy silvery sword___. Lay down thy rowan shield 1 * 57 6m 4 * 5 * For I see by the briny blood that flows, you've been wounded in the field 1 * * 4 * 1 * 6m7 * And she stood in a gown of velvet blue___, bound round with a silver chain 1 * 57 6m 4 * 5 * And she's kissed his pale lips one and twice, and three times round a-gain
1 * * 4 * 1 * 6m7 * And she's bound his wounds with the golden-rod___, full fast in her arms he lay 1 * 57 6m 4 * 5 * and he has risen hale and sound with the sun high in the day 1 * * 4 * 1 * 6m7 * She said: Ride with your brindled hound at heel__, and your good grey hawk in hand 1 * 57 6m 4 * 5 * (1) There's none can harm the knight who's lain with the Witch of the Westmor-land__
SYMBOLS: - Asterisk (*) = new measure, play same chord - Period (.) = 1/8 note rest at start of a measure - Underline(_) = sustain note into next measure