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by Toby Darling

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This is a compilation of new mixes of various poems I have set to music over the last month or so.

I have made videos for all of these settings which can be found at:


released March 31, 2016

Poems as credited. All music composed and produced by Toby Darling




Toby Darling Winchester, UK

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Track Name: Annabel Lee (Poe)
Annabel Lee
By Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many a year ago,
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
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—
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
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.
Track Name: The Song of Wandering Aengus (Yeats)
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
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
Track Name: Adlestrop (Thomas)
Adlestrop –

Intro: A9 Em D6 Em x2

Am Em
Yes, I remember Adlestrop –
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

And willows, willow-herb, and grass,
And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,
No whit less still and lonely fair
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
Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.

Verse, Chorus Instrumental
End on A9 A7+9 x2

A7+9 = X0200x

Edward Thomas
Track Name: Sea Fever (Masefield)
Sea Fever

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.
Track Name: The Charge of the Light Brigade (Tennyson)
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.

Am D
"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Am D
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Am D
Theirs not to make reply,
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.

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.
Am D
Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
Am D G F
Sabring the gunners there,
Am D
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Am D
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Am D
Cossack and Russian
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.
Am D
Cannon to right of them,
Am D
Cannon to left of them,
Am C
Cannon behind them
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.
Am D
When can their glory fade?
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.
Track Name: The Female of the Species (Kipling)
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.

Verses 1 - 4, 7, 10, 13
G Bm Am D
G C D Em
G D Am Em

Verses 5,8,11
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
Track Name: Gone Gone Again (Thomas)
Gone, Gone Again

Intro: Gm Cm x4

Gm Cm
Gone, gone again,
D Gm
May, June, July,
Fm Bb
And August gone,
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
Track Name: Minesweepers (Kipling)
Mine Sweepers
Sea Warfare

Am G Am
Dawn off the Foreland--the young flood making
Jumbled and short and steep—
Black in the hollows and bright where it's breaking—
Am G
Awkward water to sweep.
"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

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

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
Track Name: The Ruin (anon)
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.
And grit holds in its grip, the hard embrace
Of earth, the dead-departed master-builders,
Am C
Until a hundred generations now
Em Am
Of people have passed by. Often this wall
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
Track Name: Recessional (Kipling)
By Rudyard Kipling
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)
Track Name: The Lane (Thomas)
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
The lane ends and once more all is the same.
Track Name: The Magi (Yeats)
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