Columns (Kipling) (Mobile Columns of the Boer War) Em A Out o' the wilderness, dusty an' dry A7 Dm (Time, an' 'igh time to be trekkin' again!) A Dm Oo is it 'eads to the Detail Supply? B7 Em A section, a pompom, an' six 'undred men. 'Ere comes the clerk with 'is lantern an' keys (Time, an 'igh time to be trekkin 'again!) " Surplus of everything--draw what you please "For the section, the pompom, an' six 'undred men." C G Am B7 "What are our orders an' where do we lay?" B7 Em (Time, an 'igh time to be trekkin' again!) C G Am B7 "You came after dark--you will leave before day, B7 Em "You section, you pompom, you six' undred men!" C G Am B7 Down the tin street, 'alf awake an 'unfed, C G Am Em 'Ark to 'em blessin' the Gen'ral in bed! Now by the church an' the outspan they wind-- Over the ridge an' it's all lef' be'ind For the section, etc. Soon they will camp as the dawn's growin' grey, Roll up for coffee an' sleep while they may-- The section , etc. Read their 'ome letters, their papers an' such, For they'll move after dark to astonish the Dutch With a section, etc. 'Untin' for shade as the long hours pass-- Blankets on rifles or burrows in grass, Lies the section, etc. Dossin' or beatin' a shirt in the sun, Watching chameleons or cleanin' a gun, Waits the section, etc. With nothin' but stillness as far as you please, An' the silly mirage stringin' islands an' seas Round the section, etc. So they strips off their hide an' they grills in their bones, Till the shadows crawl out from beneath the pore stones Toward the section, etc. An' the Mauser-bird stops an' the jackals begin A the 'orse-guard comes up and the Gunners 'ook in As a 'int the pompom an' six 'undred men . . . . Off through the dark with the stars to rely on--- (Alpha Centauri an' somethin' Orion) Moves the section, etc. Same bloomin' 'ole which the ant-bear 'as broke, Same bloomin' stumble an' same bloomin' joke Down the section, etc. Same "which is right?" where the cart-tracks divide, Same "give it up" from the same clever guide To the section, etc. Same tumble-down on the same 'idden farm, Same white-eyed Kaffir 'oo gives the alarm Of the section, etc. Same shootin' wild at the end o' the night, Same flyin'-tackle, an' same messy fight, By the section, etc. Same ugly 'iccup an' same 'orrid squeal, When it's too dark to see an' it's too late to feel In the section, etc. (Same batch of prisoners, 'airy an' still, Watchin' their comrades bolt over the 'ill From the section, etc.) Same chilly glare in the eye of the sun As 'e gets up displeasured to see what was done By the section, etc. Same splash o' pink on the stoep or the kraal, An' the same quiet face which 'as finished with all In the sectio ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=znd9J3D07ww

Done For (Walter de la Mare) Em Dsus4-D Old Ben Bailey, Fmaj7 Am7 He’s been and done B7 For a small brown bunny Em With his long gun. Glazed are the eyes That stared so clear, And no sound stirs In that hairy ear C G What was once beautiful F B7 Now breathes not, C G Bound for Ben Bailey’s F B7 Smoking pot A Goldfinch Am Em This feather-soft creature, F Tail to head, Em Dm Is golden yellow, C E7 And black, and red. A sip of water, A twig to sing on, A prong for nest, The air to wing on, F C A mate to love, Dm E7 Some thistledown seed Am - G F Are all his joy, life, Em Am - E7 Beauty, need. A Warbler G In the sedge a tiny song C Wells and trills the whole day long; G In my heart another bird D7 Has its music heard. Bb D7 As I watch and listen here, Bb - Am D7 Each to each pipes low and clear; Cm Bb But when one has ceased to sing, Cm D7 Mine will still be echoing Made for non-commercial use only. Will be removed immediately at the request of any copyright holders. ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8r-D4tRL2Hg

Sundown E2 A E F#m There’s a couple on the beach looking for diamonds B A E Paddling knee-high in the gentle waves The shadows are long from the Indian almonds The last half an hour before the soft light fades Dm C G This evening the Strait is like an endless ocean Dm A7 The haze hides all sight of the hills the other side Dm C G A7 A soft kind breeze cools my skin, my emotions G A Dm C A7 And the high pale clouds watch the day slowly die Dogs are barking, scooters growling As the surf breaks on the shore below Children are playing, joggers are panting I see Fauziah walking to where I don’t know I’ve eaten my satay and bak kut teh Washed down with tea hot and sweet from the shop Crows are cawing, the ceiling fan stirs the air I’m alone but content as the sun drops TJD 28/7/21 E2: 0x445x - 0x444x ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ivBPac1Qrdc

The Old Tailor (Walter de la Mare) Am E Am G Am There was once an old tailor of Hickory Mo, Am E Am G Am Too tired at evening to sew, to sew; Am Bm/A C/A D/A He put by his needle, he snapped his thread, Am G Am And, cross-legged, sang to his fiddle instead. His candle bobbed at each note that came And spat out a spark from the midst of its flame; His catgut strings they yelped and yawled, The wilder their scrapings the louder he bawled; D C G A The grease trickled over at every beat, D C Bm Am Welled down to the stick in a winding-sheet - Am Bm/A C/A D/A Till up sprang Puss from the fire, with a WOW! E D Am ‘A fine kakkamangul you’re making now!’ Nothing Am Am/G D/F# Whsst and away, and over the green, Am G F Scampered a shape that never was seen. Am Am/G D/F# It ran without sound, it ran without shadow, Am G F Em Never a grass-blade in unmown meadow Dm E7 Stooped at the thistledown fall of its foot. Am Am/G D/F# F I watched it vanish, yet saw it not - F F9/E Dm7 Am A moment past, it had gazed at me; C G Now nought but myself and the spindle tree. Am Am/G D/F# A nothing! - Of air? Of earth? Of Sun? - Am G F From emptiness come into vacancy gone!.. Am Am/G D/F# Whsst, and away, and over the green, Am G F Em Scampered a shape that never was seen. [F9/E : xx2011] Made for non-commercial use only. Will be removed immediately at the request of any copyright holders. ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ypnH6LqqAg