Wherein I arranged a Tennyson poem to see what Suno can do with it.
Verse 1:
O, well for the fisherman's boy,
That he shouts with his sister at play!
O, well for the sailor lad,
That he sings in his boat on the bay!
Chorus:
Break, break, break!
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.
Break, break, break!
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.
[instrumental solo]
Verse 2:
And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!
Chorus:
Break, break, break!
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.
Break, break, break!
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.
[instrumental solo]
Verse 3:
O, well for the fisherman's boy,
That he shouts with his sister at play!
O, well for the sailor lad,
That he sings in his boat on the bay!
[outro]
(Original)