Ego Dominus Tuus (W.B. Yeats) C Dm ON the grey sand beside the shallow stream F Fm Under your old wind-beaten tower, where still Am Em A lamp burns on beside the open book F Em Dm That Michael Robartes left, you walk in the moon Em Bm And though you have passed the best of life still trace Am Em F Enthralled by the unconquerable delusion Em Magical shapes. F F9/E Dm7 Am7 By the help of an image Dm7 Am7 I call to my own opposite, summon all F F9/E Dm7 Am7 That I have handled least, least looked upon. Bb Am D And I would find myself and not an image. That is our modern hope and by its light We have lit upon the gentle, sensitive mind And lost the old nonchalance of the hand; Whether we have chosen chisel, pen or brush We are but critics, or but half create, Timid, entangled, empty and abashed Lacking the countenance of our friends. F9/E: xx2011

There's Nothing Like the Sun (Edward Thomas) G D Am7 There's nothing like the sun as the year dies, G D Am7 Kind as it can be, this world being made so, D Am D Am To stones and men and beasts and birds and flies, C G Am7 To all things that it touches except snow, Whether on mountain side or street of town. The south wall warms me: November has begun, Yet never shone the sun as fair as now While the sweet last-left damsons from the bough C G B7 With spangles of the morning's storm drop down C G Em Am Because the starling shakes it, whistling what G Am C D Once swallows sang. But I have not forgot E Am G Am That there is nothing, too, like March's sun, Like April's, or July's, or June's, or May's, Or January's, or February's, great days: And August, September, October, and December Have equal days, all different from November. No day of any month but I have said -- Or, if I could live long enough, should say -- "There's nothing like the sun that shines today." There's nothing like the sun till we are dead. Edward Thomas

"For to Admire" (Rudyard Kipling) ________________________________________ C G Am Em THE Injian Ocean sets an’ smiles G Bm Am D So sof’, so bright, so bloomin’ blue; C G Bm Am There aren’t a wave for miles an’ miles G D Am C Excep’ the jiggle from the screw. Am Em The ship is swep’, the day is done, Am C D The bugle’s gone for smoke and play; C G Am Em An’ black agin’ the settin’ sun C G B7 The Lascar sings, “Hum deckty hai!” C D Em Am For to admire an’ for to see, C G Am For to be’old this world so wide— C D Em Am It never done no good to me, C G Am But I can’t drop it if I tried! I see the sergeants pitchin’ quoits, I ’ear the women laugh an’ talk, I spy upon the quarter-deck The orficers an’ lydies walk. I thinks about the things that was, An’ leans an’ looks acrost the sea, Till spite of all the crowded ship There’s no one lef’ alive but me. F#m C#m The things that was which I ’ave seen, F#m A F#m B In barrick, camp, an’ action too, A Em I tells them over by myself, A Em An’ sometimes wonders if they’re true; F C For they was odd—most awful odd— Am G But all the same now they are o’er, F Am There must be ’eaps o’ plenty such, G B7 An’ if I wait I’ll see some more. [chorus] Oh, I ’ave come upon the books, An’ frequent broke a barrick rule, An’ stood beside an’ watched myself Be’avin’ like a bloomin’ fool. I paid my price for findin’ out, Nor never grutched the price I paid, But sat in Clink without my boots, Admirin’ ’ow the world was made. Be’old a crowd upon the beam, An’ ’umped above the sea appears Old Aden, like a barrick-stove That no one’s lit for years an’ years! I passed by that when I began, An’ I go ’ome the road I came, A time-expired soldier-man With six years’ service to ’is name. [chorus] My girl she said, “Oh, stay with me!” My mother ’eld me to ’er breast. They’ve never written none, an’ so They must ’ave gone with all the rest— With all the rest which I ’ave seen An’ found an’ known an’ met along. I cannot say the things I feel, And so I sing my evenin’ song: For to admire an’ for to see, For to be’old this world so wide— It never done no good to me, But I can’t drop it if I tried!

The Wanderer (Anglo-Saxon Poem) Em Em9 Often the solitary one A A* Em Em9 Em Em9 finds grace for himself; The mercy of the Lord, Em Em9 Although he, sorry-hearted, A A* Em Em9 Em Em9 must for a long time move by hand A A* Em Em9 Em Em9 along the waterways, along the ice-cold sea, Em Em9 tread the paths of exile. Em Em9 Events always go as they must! Em* So spoke the wanderer, Em9* mindful of hardships, of fierce slaughters G A B7 and the downfall of kinsmen: Em A Always I had alone to speak of my trouble Em each morning before dawn. A B There is none now living to whom I dare clearly speak Em of my innermost thoughts. Em Em9 I know it truly, A A* Em Em9 Em Em9 that it is in men a noble custom, A A* Em Em9 Em Em9 that one should keep secure his spirit-chest, Em Em9 Em Em9 guard his treasure-chamber, think as he wishes. Em Em9 The weary spirit cannot withstand fate A A* Em Em9 Em Em9 nor does a rough or sorrowful mind do any good Em: 0790xx E9: 0990xx A: x076xx - 077xx A*: x0542x Em*: 055xxx - 054xxx Em9*: 0240xx

The Song of Hiawatha (Longfellow) Am G F Em By the shore of Gitche Gumee, Am Em Am Em By the shining Big-Sea-Water, F Em Dm Am At the doorway of his wigwam, C G Am Em In the pleasant Summer morning, Am Em G Hiawatha stood and waited. All the air was full of freshness, All the earth was bright and joyous, And before him, through the sunshine, Westward toward the neighboring forest Passed in golden swarms the Ahmo, Passed the bees, the honey-makers, Burning, singing in the sunshine. A Em Bright above him shone the heavens, D A G A Level spread the lake before him; A Em From its bosom leaped the sturgeon, D A C#7 Sparkling, flashing in the sunshine; A Em On its margin the great forest A Em Stood reflected in the water, D A Bm F#m Every tree-top had its shadow, G A Bm Motionless beneath the water. From the brow of Hiawatha Gone was every trace of sorrow, As the fog from off the water, As the mist from off the meadow. With a smile of joy and triumph, With a look of exultation, As of one who in a vision Sees what is to be, but is not, Stood and waited Hiawatha.

NOVEMBER SKY (Edward Thomas) Em Am Em Am November’s days are thirty: Em C Em Am November’s earth is dirty, Em D Em Am Those thirty days, from first to last; C D Em And the prettiest things on ground are the paths Am Em Am Em With morning and evening hobnails dinted, C D Em With foot and wing-tip overprinted F C E7 Or separately charactered, F G Am D Of little beast and little bird. C G Am D The fields are mashed by sheep, the roads Dm Am Make the worst going, the best the woods G Am Where dead leaves upward and downward scatter. Few care for the mixture of earth and water, Twig, leaf, flint, thorn, Straw, feather, all that men scorn, Pounded up and sodden by flood, Condemned as mud. But of all the months when earth is greener Not one has clean skies that are cleaner. Clean and clear and sweet and cold, They shine above the earth so old, While the after-tempest cloud Sails over in silence though winds are loud, Till the full moon in the east Looks at the planet in the west And earth is silent as it is black, Yet not unhappy for its lack. Up from the dirty earth men stare; One imagines a refuge there Above the mud, in the pure bright Of the cloudless heavenly light: Another loves earth and November more dearly Because without them, he sees clearly, The sky would be nothing more to his eye Than he, in any case, is to the sky; He loves even the mud whose dyes Renounce all brightness to the skies.

The Echo Elf Answers By Thomas Hardy A/D G D How much shall I love her? A/D G Dsus4 For life, or not long? A/D G D Am7 Bm6 Amaj7 “Not long.” Alas! When forget her? In years, or by June? “By June.” Bb Am D And whom woo I after? Bb Am A No one, or a throng? Bb Am D Bb Am A “A throng.” Of these shall I wed one Long hence, or quite soon? “Quite soon.” And which will my bride be? The right or the wrong? “The wrong.” And my remedy – what kind? Wealth-wove, or earth-hewn? “Earth-hewn.” A/D: xx0655 G1: xx0433 G2: xx0787 Am7: x0201x Bm6: x0403x Amaj7: x0212x

The Lady of Shalott (1832) BY ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON . The Lady of Shalott (1832) BY ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON Part I A B/A On either side the river lie D F#m Long fields of barley and of rye, D F#m That clothe the wold and meet the sky; A Bm And thro' the field the road runs by A G D To many-tower'd Camelot; A Bm The yellow-leaved waterlily D F#m The green-sheathed daffodilly A G Tremble in the water chilly D Round about Shalott. F#m A F#m E Willows whiten, aspens shiver. D A Bm The sunbeam showers break and quiver A E D A In the stream that runneth ever A G By the island in the river D Flowing down to Camelot. F#m A E D Four gray walls, and four gray towers F#m D A E Overlook a space of flowers, Bm A And the silent isle imbowers A G D The Lady of Shalott. Underneath the bearded barley, The reaper, reaping late and early, Hears her ever chanting cheerly, Like an angel, singing clearly, O'er the stream of Camelot. Piling the sheaves in furrows airy, Beneath the moon, the reaper weary Listening whispers, ' 'Tis the fairy, Lady of Shalott.' The little isle is all inrail'd With a rose-fence, and overtrail'd With roses: by the marge unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken sail'd, Skimming down to Camelot. A pearl garland winds her head: She leaneth on a velvet bed, Full royally apparelled, The Lady of Shalott. B/A = x0444x

The Lady of Shalott (1832) BY ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON . Part III Bm/D Am/D A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, Em A He rode between the barley-sheaves, Em A The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, Am Em And flam'd upon the brazen greaves G A B7 Of bold Sir Lancelot. Em D A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd Am B7 To a lady in his shield, Em A That sparkled on the yellow field, G A B7 Beside remote Shalott. The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle bells rang merrily As he rode down from Camelot: And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armour rung, Beside remote Shalott. F#m B All in the blue unclouded weather F#m B Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather, Bm F#m The helmet and the helmet-feather E G# Burn'd like one burning flame together, A E G#7 As he rode down from Camelot. B A As often thro' the purple night, E F#m Below the starry clusters bright, B G Some bearded meteor, trailing light, G A B7 Moves over green Shalott. His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd; On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode; From underneath his helmet flow'd His coal-black curls as on he rode, As he rode down from Camelot. From the bank and from the river He flash'd into the crystal mirror, 'Tirra lirra, tirra lirra:' Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom She made three paces thro' the room She saw the water-flower bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; 'The curse is come upon me,' cried The Lady of Shalott. Bm/D = xx0777 Am/D = xx0555

The Lady of Shalott (1832) BY ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON . Part IV A B/A In the stormy east-wind straining, D F#m The pale yellow woods were waning, D F#m The broad stream in his banks complaining, A Bm Heavily the low sky raining A G D Over tower'd Camelot; A Bm Outside the isle a shallow boat D F#m Beneath a willow lay afloat, A G Below the carven stern she wrote, D The Lady of Shalott. F#m A A cloudwhite crown of pearl she dight, F E All raimented in snowy white D A Bm That loosely flew (her zone in sight A E D A Clasp'd with one blinding diamond bright) A G D Her wide eyes fix'd on Camelot, F#m A E D Though the squally east-wind keenly F#m D A E Blew, with folded arms serenely Bm A By the water stood the queenly A G D Lady of Shalott. G Am D Em With a steady stony glance— Em Am G Bm Like some bold seer in a trance, C G Am Em Beholding all his own mischance, Am G F Em Mute, with a glassy countenance— Am F Em She look'd down to Camelot. Am G It was the closing of the day: Am G She loos'd the chain, and down she lay; C G Am Em The broad stream bore her far away, Am F Em The Lady of Shalott. F Am As when to sailors while they roam, F C Dm Am By creeks and outfalls far from home, F C Dm E7 Rising and dropping with the foam, Am G F Am From dying swans wild warblings come, Dm E7 Blown shoreward; so to Camelot F C Dm Am Still as the boathead wound along F C Dm E7 The willowy hills and fields among, Am G F Am They heard her chanting her deathsong, Dm E7 The Lady of Shalott. Bm/D Am/D A longdrawn carol, mournful, holy, Em A She chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Em A Till her eyes were darken'd wholly, Am Em And her smooth face sharpen'd slowly, G A B7 Turn'd to tower'd Camelot: Em D For ere she reach'd upon the tide Am B7 The first house by the water-side, Em A Singing in her song she died, G A B7 The Lady of Shalott. Under tower and balcony, [chords as per verses 1 and 2] By garden wall and gallery, A pale, pale corpse she floated by, Deadcold, between the houses high, Dead into tower'd Camelot. Knight and burgher, lord and dame, To the planked wharfage came: Below the stern they read her name, The Lady of Shalott. They cross'd themselves, their stars they blest, Knight, minstrel, abbot, squire, and guest. There lay a parchment on her breast, That puzzled more than all the rest, The wellfed wits at Camelot. 'The web was woven curiously, The charm is broken utterly, Draw near and fear not,—this is I, The Lady of Shalott.'