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Digging (Edward Thomas)
02:24
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DIGGING
Em
Today I think
G A Em
Only with scents- scents dead leaves yield,
G D Em
And bracken, and wild carrot’s seed,
A B Em
And the square mustard field;
Am G
Odours that rise
C Em Am7
When the spade wounds the roots of tree,
Em Am Em Am
Rose, currant, raspberry, or goutweed,
C Em A
Rhubarb or celery;
The smoke’s smell, too,
Flowing from where a bonfire burns
The dead, the waste, the dangerous,
And all to sweetness turns.
Am G
It is enough
C Em Am7
To smell, to crumble the dark earth,
Em Am Em Am
While the robin sings over again
C G Am
Sad songs of Autumn mirth.
EDWARD THOMAS
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Song: “Who is Silvia? what is she”
By William Shakespeare
(from Two Gentlemen of Verona)
Who is Silvia? what is she,
That all our swains commend her?
Holy, fair, and wise is she;
The heaven such grace did lend her,
That she might admirèd be.
Is she kind as she is fair?
For beauty lives with kindness.
Love doth to her eyes repair,
To help him of his blindness;
And, being helped, inhabits there.
Then to Silvia let us sing,
That Silvia is excelling;
She excels each mortal thing
Upon the dull earth dwelling;
To her let us garlands bring
Bmaj7: xx9876
A#m: xx8666
G#m9: 4xx446
Emaj7: xx2444
F#m: 244222
D: xx0232
Am7: x04020
B7: x24242
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A Farewell [Charles Kingsley]
Am Am/G#
Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea,
Am/G Am/F#
Thy tribute wave deliver:
Em7 Am
No more by thee my steps shall be,
Gm7 A7
For ever and for ever.
Dm Am
Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea,
Dm Am
A rivulet then a river:
G A7
Nowhere by thee my steps shall be
Dm C
For ever and for ever.
But here will sigh thine alder tree
And here thine aspen shiver;
And here by thee will hum the bee,
For ever and for ever.
A thousand suns will stream on thee,
A thousand moons will quiver;
But not by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever.
Am: xx7550
Am/G#: xx6550
Am/G xx5550
Am/F#: xx4550
Em7: xx2430
Am: xx7550
Gm7: 353333
A7: x02020
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BAD SIR BRIAN BOTANY
by A.A. Milne
Am D7
Sir Brian had a battleaxe with great big knobs on.
Am E7
He went among the villagers and blipped them on the head.
Am
On Wednesday and on Saturday,
D7
Especially on the latter day,
Am G Am
He called on all the cottages and this is what he said:
G C
"I am Sir Brian!" (Ting-ling!)
D G
"I am Sir Brian!" (Rat-tat!)
Bm Am
"I am Sir Brian,
G B7
"As bold as a lion!
Em Am B7
"Take that, and that, and that!"
Sir Brian had a pair of boots with great big spurs on;.
A fighting pair of which he was particularly fond.
On Tuesday and on Friday,
Just to make the street look tidy,
He'd collect the passing villagers and kick them in the pond.
"I am Sir Brian!" (Sper-lash!)
"I am Sir Brian!" (Sper-losh!)
"I am Sir Brian,
"As bold as a Lion!
"Is anyone else for a wash?"
Sir Brian woke one morning and he couldn't find his battleaxe.
He walked into the village in his second pair of boots.
He had gone a hundred paces
When the street was full of faces
And the villagers were round him with ironical salutes.
"You are Sir Brian? My, my.
"You are Sir Brian? Dear, dear.
"You are Sir Brian
"As bold as a lion?
"Delighted to meet you here!"
Sir Brian went a journey and he found a lot of duckweed.
They pulled him out and dried him and they blipped him on the head.
They took him by the breeches
And they hurled him into ditches
And they pushed him under waterfalls and this is what they said:
"You are Sir Brian -- don't laugh!
"You are Sir Brian -- don't cry!
"You are Sir Brian
"As bold as a lion --
"Sir Brian the Lion, goodbye!"
Sir Brian struggled home again and chopped up his battleaxe.
Sir Brian took his fighting boots and threw them in the fire.
He is quite a different person
Now he hasn't got his spurs on,
And he goes about the village as B. Botany, Esquire.
"I am Sir Brian? Oh, no!
"I am Sir Brian? Who's he?
"I haven't any title, I'm Botany;
"Plain Mr. Botany (B.)"
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DINGLE BANK
Em G
He lived at Dingle Bank—he did;—
Am Em
He lived at Dingle bank;
Em G
And in his garden was one Quail,
Am B7
Four tulips, and a Tank;
Em A B7 Em
And from his windows he could see
F Em
The otion and the River Dee.
His house stood on a Cliff, — it did,
In aspic it was cool;
And many thousand little boys
Resorted to his school,
Where if of progress they could boast
F B7
He gave them heaps of buttered toast.
F#m C#m
But he grew rabid-wroth, he did,
D A
If they neglected books,
F#m Bm
And dragged them to adjacent cliffs
F#m C#7
With beastly Button Hooks,
D A G Bm
And there with fatuous glee he threw
G Am B7
Them down into the otion blue.
And in the sea they swam, they did,—
All playfully about,
And some eventually became
Sponges, or speckled trout;—
But Liverpool doth all bewail
Their Fate;—likewise his Garden Quail.
Edward Lear
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"I Keep Six Honest..."
Am
I keep six honest serving-men
E7
(They taught me all I knew);
Am
Their names are What and Why and When
G
And How and Where and Who.
C
I send them over land and sea,
G
I send them east and west;
Am
But after they have worked for me,
E7
I give them all a rest.
I let them rest from nine till five,
For I am busy then,
As well as breakfast, lunch, and tea,
For they are hungry men.
But different folk have different views.
I know a person small-
She keeps ten million serving-men,
Who get no rest at all!
C D
She sends'em abroad on her own affairs,
Am G
From the second she opens her eyes-
F Am
One million Hows, two million Wheres,
C G E7
And seven million Whys!
Rudyard Kipling
From The Elephant's Child
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He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven - Poem by William Butler Yeats
HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
A4: xx7755
G#sus4: xx6754
Bm/D: xx0432
E4: xx2200
Gm7: xx0363
C: x3201x
Asus4: x0223x
A: X0222x
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Tall Nettles
Gm7/D A Asus4 A
Tall nettles cover up, as they have done
Gm7 C7 Gm7 C7
These many springs, the rusty harrow, the plough
Am Dm Am Dm
Long worn out, and the roller made of stone:
Bb C D7
Only the elm butt tops the nettles now.
This corner of the farmyard I like most:
As well as any bloom upon a flower
I like the dust on the nettles, never lost
Except to prove the sweetness of a shower.
Gm7/D = xx0363
A = x00x50
Asus4 = x0223x
A = x02220
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The Man He Killed
By Thomas Hardy
G Bm
"Had he and I but met
Am D
By some old ancient inn,
Am Em
We should have sat us down to wet
F Em
Right many a nipperkin!
C G
"But ranged as infantry,
Am Em
And staring face to face,
Am Em
I shot at him as he at me,
F Em
And killed him in his place.
"I shot him dead because —
Because he was my foe,
Just so: my foe of course he was;
That's clear enough; although
"He thought he'd 'list, perhaps,
Off-hand like — just as I —
Was out of work — had sold his traps —
No other reason why.
"Yes; quaint and curious war is!
You shoot a fellow down
You'd treat if met where any bar is,
Or help to half-a-crown."
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To A Wealthy Man Who Promised A Second Subscription To The Dublin Municipal Gallery If It Were -
Poem by William Butler Yeats
G Bm
You gave, but will not give again
Em D
Until enough of paudeen's pence
Am Em
By Biddy's halfpennies have lain
D Em
To be 'some sort of evidence',
Before you'll put your guineas down,
That things it were a pride to give
Are what the blind and ignorant town
Imagines best to make it thrive.
D Em
What cared Duke Ercole, that bid
D Am
His mummers to the market-place,
C G
What th' onion-sellers thought or did
Am Bm
So that his plautus set the pace
Em
For the Italian comedies?
And Guidobaldo, when he made
That grammar school of courtesies
Where wit and beauty learned their trade
Upon Urbino's windy hill,
Had sent no runners to and fro
That he might learn the shepherds' will
And when they drove out Cosimo,
Indifferent how the rancour ran,
He gave the hours they had set free
To Michelozzo's latest plan
For the San Marco Library,
Whence turbulent Italy should draw
Delight in Art whose end is peace,
In logic and in natural law
By sucking at the dugs of Greece.
Your open hand but shows our loss,
For he knew better how to live.
Let paudeens play at pitch and toss,
Look up in the sun's eye and give
What the exultant heart calls good
Am G
That some new day may breed the best
C G
Because you gave, not what they would,
Am Bm C D
But the right twigs for an eagle's nest!
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Never give all the Heart
By William Butler Yeats
Am G
Never give all the heart, for love
F Em
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
G C
To passionate women if it seem
Em F
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that’s lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
Em Am Em Am
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
C#m F#m C#m F#m
Have given their hearts up to the play.
D A Bm
And who could play it well enough
A G B7
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
Em D Am Em
He that made this knows all the cost,
G C D Em
For he gave all his heart and lost.
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The Barn (Edward Thomas)
02:56
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THE BARN by EDWARD THOMAS
G D Am B7
They should never have built a barn there, at all---
G C Em
Drip, drip, drip!---under that elm tree,
G D Am B7
Though then it was young. Now it is old
G Am Em
But good, not like the barn and me.
G Am
Tomorrow they cut it down. They will leave
Em D Am
The barn, as I shall be left, maybe.
G Am
What holds it up? 'Twould not pay to pull down.
Em D Am B7
Well, this place has no other antiquity.
No abbey or castle looks so old
As this that Job Knight built in '54,
Built to keep corn for rats and men.
Now there's fowls in the roof, pigs on the floor.
What thatch survives is dung for the grass,
The best grass on the farm. A pity the roof
Will not bear a mower to mow it. But
Only fowls have foothold enough.
Fmaj7 Am7
Starlings used to sit there with bubbling throats
B7 Em
Making a spiky beard as they chattered
Am Em
And whistled and kissed, with heads in air,
C - G Am
Till they thought of something else that mattered.
But now they cannot find a place,
Among all those holes, for a nest any more.
It's the turn of lesser things, I suppose.
Once I fancied 'twas starlings they built it for.
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Amateur enthusiast.
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