Annabel Lee By Edgar Allan Poe Dm It was many and many a year ago, Am In a kingdom by the sea, Dm Gm That a maiden there lived whom you may know Bb Dm By the name of Annabel Lee; Bb C And this maiden she lived with no other thought Dm Than to love and be loved by me. Dm Am I was a child and she was a child, Dm E7 In this kingdom by the sea, F C G Am But we loved with a love that was more than love— G F Am I and my Annabel Lee— C G With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven E7 Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me— Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we— Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in Heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea— In her tomb by the sounding sea.

The Song of Wandering Aengus Am G I WENT out to the hazel wood, Am F Because a fire was in my head, Am Em And cut and peeled a hazel wand, Am F And hooked a berry to a thread; Am G And when white moths were on the wing, Am F And moth-like stars were flickering out, Am Em I dropped the berry in a stream Am F And caught a little silver trout. C Bm When I had laid it on the floor Am G I went to blow the fire a-flame, C Bm But something rustled on the floor, Am D And someone called me by my name: G D Em It had become a glimmering girl G D Em With apple blossom in her hair Bm A Who called me by my name and ran G A And faded through the brightening air. Instr: Bm A G A x2 Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun. Am G x4 fade

Adlestrop – Intro: A9 Em D6 Em x2 Am Em Yes, I remember Adlestrop – Dm The name, because one afternoon Dm Am Of heat the express-train drew up there C G Am Unwontedly. It was late June. The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat. No one left and no one came On the bare platform. What I saw Was Adlestrop -- only the name C G D And willows, willow-herb, and grass, F-Am-F-Am And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry, C G No whit less still and lonely fair Am Than the high cloudlets in the sky. And for that minute a blackbird sang Close by, and round him, mistier, Farther and farther, all the birds Dm Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire. Verse, Chorus Instrumental End on A9 A7+9 x2 A9=x0220x A7+9 = X0200x D6=xx0202 Edward Thomas

Sea Fever BY JOHN MASEFIELD G#m B C#m E F#m B C#m I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, C#m E F#m G#m B A C#m And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by; E B C#m F#m A B C#m And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking, A B C#m F#m B A C#m And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking, I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying. I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife; And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

The Charge of the Light Brigade Alfred, Lord Tennyson ________________________________________ Intro Am C Dm F Am C Half a league, half a league, Dm F Half a league onward, Am C All in the valley of Death Dm F Rode the six hundred. Am C "Forward, the Light Brigade! Dm F "Charge for the guns!" he said: Am C Dm F Into the valley of Death Am C Dm F Rode the six hundred. 2. Am D "Forward, the Light Brigade!" C G Was there a man dismay'd? Am D Not tho' the soldier knew G F Someone had blunder'd: Am D Theirs not to make reply, C G Theirs not to reason why, Am D G F Theirs but to do and die: Am C Dm F Into the valley of Death Am C Dm F Rode the six hundred. 3. Am C Cannon to right of them, Dm F Cannon to left of them, Am C Cannon in front of them Dm F Volley'd and thunder'd; Am C Storm'd at with shot and shell, Dm F Boldly they rode and well, Am C Dm F Into the jaws of Death, Am C Dm F Into the mouth of Hell Am C Dm F Rode the six hundred. 4. Am D Flash'd all their sabres bare, C G Flash'd as they turn'd in air, Am D G F Sabring the gunners there, Am D Charging an army, while C F All the world wonder'd: Am D Plunged in the battery-smoke G F Right thro' the line they broke; Am D Cossack and Russian C G Reel'd from the sabre stroke Am D Am D Shatter'd and sunder'd. Am C Dm F Then they rode back, but not Am C Dm F Not the six hundred. 5. Am D Cannon to right of them, Am D Cannon to left of them, Am C Cannon behind them G F Volley'd and thunder'd; Am D Storm'd at with shot and shell, Am D While horse and hero fell, Am C G F They that had fought so well Am C G F Came thro' the jaws of Death Am C Dm F Back from the mouth of Hell, Am C Dm F All that was left of them, Am C Dm F Left of six hundred. 6. Am D When can their glory fade? C G O the wild charge they made! Am D G F All the world wondered. Am D Honor the charge they made, Am D Honor the Light Brigade, Am C Dm F Am C Dm F Noble six hundred.

The Female of the Species (Rudyard Kipling) When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride, He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside. But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail. For the female of the species is more deadly than the male. When Nag the basking cobra hears the careless foot of man, He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it if he can. But his mate makes no such motion where she camps beside the trail. For the female of the species is more deadly than the male. When the early Jesuit fathers preached to Hurons and Choctaws, They prayed to be delivered from the vengeance of the squaws. 'Twas the women, not the warriors, turned those stark enthusiasts pale. For the female of the species is more deadly than the male. Man's timid heart is bursting with the things he must not say, For the Woman that God gave him isn't his to give away; But when hunter meets with husband, each confirms the other's tale -- The female of the species is more deadly than the male. Man, a bear in most relations-worm and savage otherwise, -- Man propounds negotiations, Man accepts the compromise. Very rarely will he squarely push the logic of a fact To its ultimate conclusion in unmitigated act. Fear, or foolishness, impels him, ere he lay the wicked low, To concede some form of trial even to his fiercest foe. Mirth obscene diverts his anger --- Doubt and Pity oft perplex Him in dealing with an issue -- to the scandal of The Sex! But the Woman that God gave him, every fibre of her frame Proves her launched for one sole issue, armed and engined for the same; And to serve that single issue, lest the generations fail, The female of the species must be deadlier than the male. She who faces Death by torture for each life beneath her breast May not deal in doubt or pity -- must not swerve for fact or jest. These be purely male diversions -- not in these her honour dwells. She the Other Law we live by, is that Law and nothing else. She can bring no more to living than the powers that make her great As the Mother of the Infant and the Mistress of the Mate. And when Babe and Man are lacking and she strides unclaimed to claim Her right as femme (and baron), her equipment is the same. She is wedded to convictions -- in default of grosser ties; Her contentions are her children, Heaven help him who denies! -- He will meet no suave discussion, but the instant, white-hot, wild, Wakened female of the species warring as for spouse and child. Unprovoked and awful charges -- even so the she-bear fights, Speech that drips, corrodes, and poisons -- even so the cobra bites, Scientific vivisection of one nerve till it is raw And the victim writhes in anguish -- like the Jesuit with the squaw! So it cames that Man, the coward, when he gathers to confer With his fellow-braves in council, dare not leave a place for her Where, at war with Life and Conscience, he uplifts his erring hands To some God of Abstract Justice -- which no woman understands. And Man knows it! Knows, moreover, that the Woman that God gave him Must command but may not govern -- shall enthral but not enslave him. And She knows, because She warns him, and Her instincts never fail, That the Female of Her Species is more deadly than the Male. Chords: Verses 1 - 4, 7, 10, 13 G Bm Am D G C D Em G D Am Em G C D C G C D C Verses 5,8,11 D G C D Bm Em C D G C D Em Am Em C D Verses 6,9,12 Em C G D Em D Am Em Em C G D Am C G D

Gone, Gone Again BY EDWARD THOMAS Intro: Gm Cm x4 Gm Cm Gone, gone again, D Gm May, June, July, Fm Bb And August gone, Cm Again gone by, Eb Bb Not memorable Fm Gm Save that I saw them go, Cm Gm As past the empty quays Cm Gm The rivers flow. And now again, In the harvest rain, The Blenheim oranges Fall grubby from the trees, Ab Eb As when I was young— Fm Cm And when the lost one was here— Gm Cm And when the war began Bb Ab To turn young men to dung. Look at the old house, Outmoded, dignified, Dark and untenanted, With grass growing instead Eb Bb Of the footsteps of life, Fm Gm The friendliness, the strife; Cm Gm In its beds have lain Cm F Youth, love, age, and pain: I am something like that; Only I am not dead, Still breathing and interested In the house that is not dark:— Ab Eb I am something like that: Fm Ab Not one pane to reflect the sun, Gm Cm For the schoolboys to throw at— Bb Ab They have broken every one. Instrumental verse 1, 2 and 8 end on Cm

Mine Sweepers 1914-18 Sea Warfare Am G Am Dawn off the Foreland--the young flood making E7 Jumbled and short and steep— C G Black in the hollows and bright where it's breaking— Am G Awkward water to sweep. F C "Mines reported in the fairway, Am D "Warn all traffic and detain. G Dm C G C G B7 'Sent up Unity, Claribel, Assyrian, Stormcock, and Golden Gain." Noon off the Foreland--the first ebb making Lumpy and strong in the bight. Boom after boom, and the golf-hut shaking And the jackdaws wild with fright! "Mines located in the fairway, "Boats now working up the chain, "Sweepers--Unity, Claribel, Assyrian, Stormcock, and Golden Gain." Dusk off the Foreland--the last light going And the traffic crowding through, And five damned trawlers with their syreens blowing Heading the whole review! "Sweep completed in the fairway. "No more mines remain. "'Sent back Unity, Claribel, Assyrian, Stormcock, and Golden Gain."

The Ruin (10th Century from Exeter Book) Em Am The city buildings fell apart, the works Em F Of giants crumble. Tumbled are the towers Em Am Em Ruined the roofs, and broken the barred gate, Em Am Em Frost in the plaster, all the ceilings gape, F Em Torn and collapsed and eaten up by age. Am And grit holds in its grip, the hard embrace Em Of earth, the dead-departed master-builders, Am C Until a hundred generations now Em Am Of people have passed by. Often this wall Em Stained red and grey with lichen has stood by F Em Surviving storms while kingdoms rose and fell. F Am And now the high curved wall itself has fallen. .............................................. The heart inspired, incited to swift action. Resolute masons, skilled in rounded building Wondrously linked the framework with iron bonds. The public halls were bright, with lofty gables, Bath-houses many; great the cheerful noise, And many mead-halls filled with human pleasures. Till mighty fate brought change upon it all. Slaughter was widespread, pestilence was rife, And death took all those valiant men away. The martial halls became deserted places, The cities crumbled, its repairers fell, Its armies to the earth. And so these halls Are empty, and this red curved roof now sheds Its tiles, decay has brought it to the ground, Smashed it to piles of rubble, where long since A host of heroes, glorious, gold-adorned, Gleaming in splendour, proud and flushed with wine, Shone in their armour, gazed on gems and treasure, On silver, riches, wealth and jewellery, On this bright city with its wide domains. Stone buildings stood, and the hot streams cast forth Wide sprays of water, which a wall enclosed In its bright compass, where convenient Stood hot baths ready for them at the centre. Hot streams poured forth over the clear grey stone, To the round pool and down into the baths. .......................................... Hamer, R. 1970 A Choice of Anglo-Saxon Verse

Recessional By Rudyard Kipling 1897 A Dmaj7 A Dmaj7 God of our fathers, known of old, A F#m E Lord of our far-flung battle-line, A Dmaj7 A Dmaj7 Beneath whose awful Hand we hold A F#m E Dominion over palm and pine— Bm F#m E Bm Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, G F#m B7 Lest we forget—lest we forget! The tumult and the shouting dies; The Captains and the Kings depart: Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget—lest we forget! Far-called, our navies melt away; On dune and headland sinks the fire: Lo, all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre! Judge of the Nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget—lest we forget! If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe, Such boastings as the Gentiles use, Or lesser breeds without the Law— Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget—lest we forget! For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shard, All valiant dust that builds on dust, And guarding, calls not Thee to guard, For frantic boast and foolish word— Thy mercy on Thy People, Lord! Source: A Choice of Kipling's Verse (1943)

The Lane By Edward Thomas Dm/A Am7 G-Am7 Some day, I think, there will be people enough Dm/A Am7 Ebmaj7 Bbmaj7 In Froxfield to pick all the blackberries Dm/A Am7 G-Am7 Out of the hedges of Green Lane, the straight Dm/A Am7 Ebmaj7 Bbmaj7 Broad lane where now September hides herself Ebmaj7 Bbmaj7 Ebmaj7 Bbmaj7 In bracken and blackberry, harebell and dwarf gorse. Gm C Fmaj7 Today, where yesterday a hundred sheep Gm C Were nibbling, halcyon bells shake to the sway Dm D7 Of waters that no vessel ever sailed ... Dm/A Am7 G-Am7 It is a kind of spring: the chaffinch tries Dm/A Am7 Ebmaj7 Bbmaj7 His song. For heat it is like summer too. Dm/A Am7 G-Am7 This might be winter’s quiet. While the glint Dm/A Am7 Ebmaj7 Bbmaj7 Of hollies dark in the swollen hedges lasts— Ebmaj7 Bbmaj7 Ebmaj7 Bbmaj7 One mile—and those bells ring, little I know Cm Gm Or heed if time be still the same, until C The lane ends and once more all is the same.

The Magi By William Butler Yeats G9 G G9 G Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye, Cmaj7+9 Cmaj7 Cmaj7+9 Cmaj7 In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones D Em Appear and disappear in the blue depths of the sky G Am7 With all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones, Bm C Em And all their helms of silver hovering side by side, Am D Am D And all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more, C Bm Am Being by Calvary's turbulence unsatisfied, Em Bm Am The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor. G9 = 3x020x G = 3x000x Cmaj7+9 = x3000x Cmaj7 = x3200x