A SONG OF THE ENGLISH
Fair is our lot -- O goodly is our heritage!
The Coastwise Lights
Our brows are bound with spindrift and the weed is on our knees,
The Song of the Dead
Hear now the Song of the Dead -- in the North by the torn berg-edges,
The Deep-Sea Cables
The wrecks dissolve above us; their dust drops down from afar --,
The Song of the Sons
One from the ends of the earth -- gifts at an open door --,
The Song of the Cities
Royal and Dower-royal, I the Queen,
England's Answer
Truly ye come of The Blood; slower to bless than to ban,
THE FIRST CHANTEY
Mine was the woman to me, darkling I found her,
THE LAST CHANTEY
Thus said The Lord in the Vault above the Cherubim,
THE MERCHANTMEN
King Solomon drew merchantmen,
M'ANDREW'S HYMN
Lord, Thou hast made this world below the shadow of a dream,
THE MIRACLES
I sent a message to my dear,
THE NATIVE-BORN
We've drunk to the Queen -- God bless her!
THE KING
“Farewell, Romance!” the Cave-men said,
THE RHYME OF THE THREE SEALERS
Away by the lands of the Japanee,
THE DERELICT
I was the staunchest of our fleet,
THE ANSWER
A Rose, in tatters, on the garden path,
THE SONG OF THE BANJO
You couldn't pack a Broadwood half a mile,
THE LINER SHE'S A LADY
The Liner she's a lady, an' she never looks nor 'eeds,
MULHOLLAND'S CONTRACT
The fear was on the cattle, for the gale was on the sea,
ANCHOR SONG
Heh! Walk her round. Heave, ah heave her short again!
FROM “MANY INVENTIONS”.
THE LOST LEGION
There's a Legion that never was 'listed,
THE SEA-WIFE
There dwells a wife by the Northern Gate,
HYMN BEFORE ACTION
The earth is full of anger,
TO THE TRUE ROMANCE
Thy face is far from this our war,
FROM “MANY INVENTIONS”.
THE FLOWERS
Buy my English posies!
THE LAST RHYME OF TRUE THOMAS
The king has called for priest and cup,
IN THE NEOLITHIC AGE
In the Neolithic Age savage warfare did I wage,
THE STORY OF UNG
Once, on a glittering ice-field, ages and ages ago,
THE THREE-DECKER
Full thirty foot she towered from waterline to rail,
AN AMERICAN
If the Led Striker call it a strike,
THE “MARY GLOSTER”
I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your crackedest whim,
SESTINA OF THE TRAMP-ROYAL
Speakin' in general, I 'ave tried 'em all,