1. |
Sweet Dancer (Yeats)
03:59
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Sweet Dancer ( W. B. Yeats)
Asus4 A
The girl goes dancing there
D F#m D F#m
On the leaf-sown, new-mown, smooth
Bm A G F#m
Grass plot of the garden;
Em D C G
Escaped from bitter youth,
F#m Bm A
Escaped out of her crowd,
D A Em
Or out of her black cloud.
Dm Am x0998x xx0230 xx0221 xx0210 xx0213 xx0231
Ah, dancer, ah, sweet dancer!
If strange men come from the house
To lead her away, do not say
That she is happy being crazy;
Lead them gently astray;
Let her finish her dance,
Let her finish her dance.
Ah, dancer, ah, sweet dancer!
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Little Billie
Em F Em Am
There were three sailors of Bristol city
Em F Em
Who took a boat and went to sea.
Em F Em Am
But first with beef and captain's biscuits
Em F Em
And pickled pork they loaded she.
G F Am Em
There was gorging Jack and guzzling Jimmy,
G F Em
And the youngest he was little Billee.
Em G Am Em
Now when they got so far as the Equator
G F B7
They'd nothing left but one split pea.
Em Am
Says gorging Jack to guzzling Jimmy,
Em Am
"I am extremely hungaree."
G F Am Em
To gorging Jack says guzzling Jimmy,
G F B7
"We've nothing left, us must eat we."
Says gorging Jack to guzzling Jimmy,
"With one another, we shouldn't agree!
There's little Bill, he's young and tender,
We're old and tough, so let's eat he."
"Oh! Billy, we're going to kill and eat you,
So undo the button of your chemie."
When Bill received this information
He used his pocket-handkerchie.
"First let me say my catechism,
Which my poor mammy taught to me."
'Make haste, make haste," says guzzling Jimmy
While Jack pulled out his snickersnee.
So Billy went up to the main-topgallant mast,
And down he fell on his bended knee.
He scarce had come to the Twelfth Commandment
When up he jumps, "There's land I see.
"Jerusalem and Madagascar,
And North and South Amerikee:
There's the British flag a-riding at anchor,
With Admiral Napier, K. C. B."
So when they got aboard of the Admiral's
He hanged fat Jack and flogged Jimmee;
But as for little Bill, he made him
The Captain of a Seventy-three.
William Makepeace Thackeray.
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The Owl Song
E/A D/A
When icicles hang by the wall,
A Em
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
F C Em
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
E/A D/A
And milk comes frozen home in pail;
A Em
When blood is nipped, and ways be foul,
F Em A
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Em Bm
“Tu-whit, Tu-whoo!” –
A F#m
A merry note,
G A Bm
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson’s saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian’s nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
“Tu-whit, Tu-whoo!”—
A merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
A song from The Tempest
G D Em
Come unto these yellow sands,
C G B7
And then take hands:
G D Em
Curtsied when you have, and kiss'd
C G F
The wild waves whist,
G D Em
Foot it featly here and there;
C G B7
And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.
A E
Hark, hark! Bow-wow.
A E
The watch-dogs bark. Bow-wow.
C#m
Hark, hark! I hear
D
The strain of strutting chanticleer
A G C#7
Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.
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4. |
Mr Nobody (Anonymous)
02:42
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Mr Nobody (Anonymous)
Em
I know a funny little man,
As quiet as a mouse,
A
Who does the mischief that is done
Em
In everybody’s house.
B
There’s no one ever sees his face,
C
And yet we all agree
G F
That every plate we break was cracked
B7
By Mr., Nobody
‘Tis he who always tears our books,
who leaves our doors ajar;
he pulls the buttons from our shirts,
and scatters pins afar,
that squeaking door will always squeak,
because of this you see:
we leave the oiling to be done
by Mr Nobody.
He puts damp wood upon the fire,
So kettles cannot boil;
His are the feet that bring in mud
And all the carpets soil.
The papers always are mislaid,
Who had them last but he?
There’s no one tosses them about
But Mr. Nobody
The finger-marks upon the doors
By none of us are made;
We never leave the blinds unclosed.
To let the curtains fade.
The ink we never spill; the boots
That lying round you see,
Are not our boots! They all belong
To Mr. Nobody!
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A Tale of Two Cities (Dickens)
E B A
It was the best of times,
E B A
It was the worst of times,
C#m B
It was the age of wisdom,
A B
It was the age of foolishness,
A
It was the epoch of belief,
B7
It was the epoch of incredulity,
C#m B
It was the season of Light,
A D
It was the season of Darkness,
A
It was the spring of hope,
E
It was the winter of despair,
B C#m
We had everything before us,
B A
We had nothing before us,
F#m B
We were all going direct to Heaven,
G#m A
We were all going direct the other way
C#m G#m
It is a far, far better thing that I do,
F#m B
Than I have ever done;
C#m F#m
It is a far, far better rest I go to
A B C#m
Than I have ever known.
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You spotted Snakes
Em Bm C G
You spotted snakes with double tongue,
F Em A
Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen;
Em Bm C G
Newts and blindworms, do no wrong,
F Em A
Come not near our fairy Queen.
Dm A7
Philomele, with melody
Dm G
Sing in our sweet lullaby;
F C A7
Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby:
Dm Gm
Never harm
Bb Dm
Nor spell nor charm,
F C Dm
Come our lovely lady nigh;
A7 Dm
So, good night, with lullaby.
Weaving spiders, come not here;
Hence, you long-legged spinners, hence!
Beetles black, approach not near;
Worm nor snail, do no offence.
Titania's Bower
D D/B Asus4 A
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Em D A
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
D D/B Asus4 A
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
Em G A
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine:
Bm Em
There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,
Bm G A
Lull’d in these flowers with dances and delight;
(A riff)
And there the snake throws her enamell’d skin,
Em/A Dm/A
Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in:
F#m D/B
And with the juice of this I’ll streak her eyes,
A E D
And make her full of hateful fantasies.
D/B: x2x23x
Em/A: x0545x
Dm/A: x0323x
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Break, Break, Break
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
F/D F#m/A
Break, break, break,
F Esus4
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
C G
And I would that my tongue could utter
Am D
The thoughts that arise in me.
Am D
O, well for the fisherman's boy,
F Am Em
That he shouts with his sister at play!
Am D
O, well for the sailor lad,
F G Am
That he sings in his boat on the bay!
And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!
Break, break, break
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Am G Am
Will never come back to me.
F/D: xx056x
F#m/A: x046xx
Crossing the Bar (Tennyson)
Am Em
SUNSET and evening star,
D Am
And one clear call for me!
C G
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
D
When I put out to sea,
Am G
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
C - G Am
Too full for sound and foam,
Am G
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Am
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness or farewell,
When I embark;
For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.
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8. |
From Night/Tyger (Blake)
06:10
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Night (William Blake)
G/D A/D G/D* D
The sun descending in the west,
E D A
The evening star does shine;
G/D A/D G/D* D
The birds are silent in their nest.
E D A
And I must seek for mine.
Em Bm
The moon, like a flower
Em G - A
In heaven's high bower,
F#m G
With silent delight
F#m G - A
Sits and smiles on the night.
Farewell, green fields and happy grove,
Where flocks have took delight:
Where lambs have nibbled, silent move
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen they pour blessing
And joy without ceasing
On each bud and blossom,
And each sleeping bosom.
They look in every thoughtless nest
Where birds are cover'd warm;
They visit caves of every beast,
To keep them all from harm:
If they see any weeping
That should have been sleeping,
They pour sleep on their head,
And sit down by their bed.
G/D: xx0787
A/D: xx0655
G/D*: xx0433
E: 0x645x
The Tyger
Am
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
Dm F Am
In the forests of the night;
F/D E7
What immortal hand or eye,
F C G
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
Am F Am E7
And what shoulder, & what art,
F C E7
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
Am G F E7
And when thy heart began to beat,
Am G E7
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
F/D: xx0565
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9. |
The Plague(Rossetti)
02:28
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The Plague
Christina Rossetti
Dm* Am*
‘Listen, the last stroke of death’s noon has struck—
Dm Asus4 A
The plague is come,’ a gnashing Madman said,
Dm G
And laid him down straightway upon his bed.
A Dm
His writhed hands did at the linen pluck;
Then all is over. With a careless chuck
Among his fellows he is cast. How sped
His spirit matters little: many dead
Make men hard-hearted.— ‘Place him on the truck.
A G
Go forth into the burial-ground and find
D - A Em
Room at so much a pitful for so many.
D-A -G -A
One thing is to be done; one thing is clear:
Em G - A
Keep thou back from the hot unwholesome wind,
Bm Em
That it infect not thee.’ Say, is there any
D - A Em
Who mourneth for the multitude dead here?
Dm*: xx076x
Am*:x05x5x
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Cavalier Song (Browning)
Am G F Em
Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King,
C G Am7
Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing:
Am G F Em
And, pressing a troop unable to stoop
C G Am7
And see the rogues flourish and honest folk droop,
C G Dm Am
Marched them along, fifty score strong,
C G B7
Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song.
Em Am Em Am
God for King Charles! Pym and such carles
C G Am
To the Devil that prompts 'em their treasonous parles!
Em Am Em Am
Cavaliers, up! Lips from the cup,
C G B7
Hands from the pasty, nor bite take nor sup
Till you're-
(Chorus)
Em D C G
Marching along, fifty-score strong,
F G Am
Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song.
Hampden to hell, and his obsequies' knell.
Serve Hazelrig, Fiennes, and young Harry as well!
England, good cheer! Rupert is near!
Kentish and loyalists, keep we not here
(Chorus)
Marching along, fifty-score strong,
Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song?
Then, God for King Charles! Pym and his snarls
To the Devil that pricks on such pestilent carles!
Hold by the right, you double your might;
So, onward to Nottingham, fresh for the fight,
(Chorus)
March we along, fifty-score strong,
Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song!
Home-Thoughts, from Abroad
By Robert Browning
Bm F#m
Oh, to be in England
C Em
Now that April's there,
G D
And whoever wakes in England
Em C
Sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In England—now!
G Bm
And after April, when May follows,
C G
And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows!
Bm C
Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge
D Em
Leans to the field and scatters on the clover
D C
Blossoms and dewdrops—at the bent spray's edge—
G Am
That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,
Bm C
Lest you should think he never could recapture
G - C D
The first fine careless rapture!
And though the fields look rough with hoary dew,
All will be gay when noontide wakes anew
The buttercups, the little children's dower
—Far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower!
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A Litany in Time of Plague
Thomas Nashe
E/A D/A D F#m
Adieu, farewell, earth's bliss;
Bm A E
This world uncertain is;
E/A D/A D F#m
Fond are life's lustful joys;
Bm A C#7
Death proves them all but toys;
D E F#m Bm
None from his darts can fly;
A C#7
I am sick, I must die.
A G F#m
Lord, have mercy on us!
Rich men, trust not in wealth,
Gold cannot buy you health;
Physic himself must fade.
All things to end are made,
The plague full swift goes by;
I am sick, I must die.
Lord, have mercy on us!
Em Bm
Beauty is but a flower
Em Bm
Which wrinkles will devour;
Em A Bm
Brightness falls from the air;
Em Bm Em Bm
Queens have died young and fair;
A c#7
Dust hath closed Helen's eye.
D A
I am sick, I must die.
A G C#7
Lord, have mercy on us!
Strength stoops unto the grave,
Worms feed on Hector brave;
Swords may not fight with fate,
Earth still holds open her gate.
"Come, come!" the bells do cry.
I am sick, I must die.
Lord, have mercy on us!
Wit with his wantonness
Tasteth death's bitterness;
Hell's executioner
Hath no ears for to hear
What vain art can reply.
I am sick, I must die.
Lord, have mercy on us!
Haste, therefore, each degree,
To welcome destiny;
Heaven is our heritage,
Earth but a player's stage;
Mount we unto the sky.
I am sick, I must die.
Lord, have mercy on us!
E/A: x0645x
D/A: x0423x
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12. |
Gethsemane (Kipling)
02:00
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Gethsemane
By Rudyard Kipling
1914-1918
Intro: Am C D Am, Am G E7 Am
Am C
The Garden called Gethsemane
D Am
In Picardy it was,
C#m F#m
And there the people came to see
Bm E
The English soldiers pass.
Am C
We used to pass—we used to pass
D E7
Or halt, as it might be,
Am G
And ship our masks in case of gas
E7 Am
Beyond Gethsemane.
The Garden called Gethsemane,
It held a pretty lass,
But all the time she talked to me
I prayed my cup might pass.
The officer sat on the chair,
The men lay on the grass,
And all the time we halted there
I prayed my cup might pass.
Am C
It didn’t pass—it didn’t pass-
D E7
It didn’t pass from me.
F C
I drank it when we met the gas
G Am
Beyond Gethsemane!
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THE long small room (Edward Thomas)
A G D
THE long small room that showed willows in the west
A G Bm
Narrowed up to the end the fireplace filled,
A G D Em
Although not wide. I liked it. No one guessed
G A Bm
What need or accident made them so build.
A D A
Only the moon, the mouse, and the sparrow peeped
Bm A G
In from the ivy round the casement thick.
Am D
Of all they saw and heard there they shall keep
F C A7
The tale for the old ivy and older brick.
When I look back I am like moon, sparrow, and mouse
That witnessed what they could never understand
Or alter or prevent in the dark house.
One thing remains the same--this is my right hand
Crawling crab-like over the clean white page,
Resting awhile each morning on the pillow,
Then once more starting to crawl on towards age.
The hundred last leaves stream upon the willow.
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14. |
I Love To See (Clare)
03:31
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I love to see the summer beaming forth (John Clare)
Em D F Em
I love to see the summer beaming forth
G D Am Em
And white wool sack clouds sailing to the north
G D Bm
I love to see the wild flowers come again
C G F
And mare blobs stain with gold the meadow drain
Em Am F#m Bm
And water lilies whiten on the floods
C# D A
Where reed clumps rustle like a wind shook wood
G F
Where from her hiding place the Moor Hen pushes
Em Am F#7
And seeks her flag nest floating in bull rushes
I like the willow leaning half way o’er
The clear deep lake to stand upon its shore
I love the hay grass when the flower head swings
To summer winds and insects happy wings
B7 C G
That sport about the meadow the bright day
F Am
And see bright beetles in the clear lake play
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15. |
Love III (Herbert)
02:54
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Love III (George Herbert )
Am Em E
Love bade me welcome. Yet my soul drew back
C Em Am
Guilty of dust and sin.
C G Dm Am
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
C G E7
From my first entrance in,
Am B Em F
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,
Am Em F
If I lacked any thing.
A guest, I answered, worthy to be here:
Love said, You shall be he.
I the unkind, ungrateful? Ah my dear,
I cannot look on thee.
Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,
Am Em Am
Who made the eyes but I?
Truth Lord, but I have marred them: let my shame
Go where it doth deserve.
And know you not, says Love, who bore the blame?
My dear, then I will serve.
You must sit down, says Love, and taste my meat:
So I did sit and eat.
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16. |
The Stolen Child (Yeats)
05:29
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The Stolen Child (WB Yeats)
Am Dm Am
Where dips the rocky highland
C G Dm
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
C G Dm
There lies a leafy island
C G Em
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
F C G
Come away, O human child!
Em Am Dm
To the waters and the wild
Am G
With a faery, hand in hand,
Am Em Dm F Am Em Am
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
F G Am
And chase the frothy bubbles,
C G Em
While the world is full of troubles
Am Em Am
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Bb Dm
Where the wandering water gushes
E7 Am
From the hills above Glen-Car,
Dm E7
In pools among the rushes
F Am
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
G Am
From ferns that drop their tears
Em Am
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand.
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Toby Darling Penang, Malaysia
Amateur enthusiast.
Feel free to do anything you want with these tracks, I am not interested in making money from music.
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