Does haughty Gaul invasion threat PAGE Dear Harp of my country! in darkness I found thee 216 51 227 181 Drake he's in his hammock an' a thousand mile 252 England, queen of the waves, whose green inviolate girdle enrings thee round. Erin, the tear and the smile in thine eyes Fair stood the wind for France. Fareweel to Lochaber, fareweel to my Jean Free as the wind that leaps from out the North Glyndwr, see thy comet flaming God of Nations! at Thy feet God of our fathers, known of old God save our Lord, the King Green fields of England! wheresoe'er Green Flodden! on thy bloodstained head Half a league, half a league Harp of the mountain-land! sound forth again He left his island home Her court was pure; her life serene 'How many?' said our good captain I know 'tis but a loom of land. I'm sitting on the stile, Mary In all my wanderings round this world of care In the greyness of the dawning we have seen the In the Highlands, in the country places. I remember the lowering wintry morn It is not to be thought of that the flood I send to you It's hame, an' it's hame, hame fain wad I be It wasna from a golden throne. I've heard the lark's cry thrill the sky o'er the meadows of Lusk I've heard the liltin' at our ewe-milkin' Jack dances and sings, and is always content. PAGE 108 36 117 43 222 211 236 307 195 80 295 317 47 193 203 207 Lying here awake, I hear the watchman's warning March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale Men of the Hills and men of the Plains, men of Methinks already from this chymic flame My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here. sarvice Bid her name New Year, be good to England. Nobly, nobly Cape St. Vincent to the North-West died away. Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note O, Bay of Dublin! how my heart you're troublin' O England, thou hast many a precious dower. PAGE 129 92 69 299 233 12 222 . Of old sat Freedom on the heights 82 219 64 O, Kenmure's on and awa, Willie O land of Druid and of Bard O! my dark Rosaleen Once more upon the waters! yet once more 'On with the charge!' he cries, and waves his O, Paddy dear! an' did ye hear the news that's O, the East is but West, with the sun a little hotter 243 O, 'twas merry down to Looe when the news was carried through. O undistinguished Dead Our second Richard Lion-Heart O, where, Kincora ! is Brien the Great O, where's the slave so lowly 214 O'where, tell me where, is your Highland laddie O! why left I my hame O ye, who with your blood and sweat Pibroch of Donuil Dhu 194 185 Sang one of England in his island home 262 Say not the struggle naught availeth 94 180 See, see where Royal Snowdon rears 172 226 She is far from the land where her young hero 215 She stands alone: ally nor friend has she She stands, a thousand-wintered tree Shy bird of the silver arrows of song Some talk of Alexander, and some of Hercules Sons in my gates of the West Speak gently, gently tread Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing Steep is the soldier's path; nor are the heights The Campbells are comin', O-ho, O-ho The feast is spread through England 112 The fifteenth day of July 18 The forward youth that would appear 25 The harp that once through Tara's halls 213 There are boys to-day in the city slum and the home There's a land, a dear land, where the rights of the There was a sound of revelry by night The seaman slept-all nature sleeps; a sacred still- ness there. The waves are dashing proudly down They called Thee MERRY ENGLAND in old time To mute and to material things To my true king I offered free from stain To Thee, our God, we fly. PAGE 293 267 126 50 303 109 II II 83 120 189 38 51 77 99 To the Lords of Convention 'twas Claver'se who spoke 187 Truth, winged and enkindled with rapture War-worn, sun-scorched, stained with the dust of We cheered you forth-brilliant and kind and brave We come in arms, we stand ten score 'Well done!' The cry goes ringing round the We'll o'er the water, we'll o'er the sea What are the bugles saying Whate'er of woe the Dark may hide in womb What of the bow 48 When Britain first at Heaven's command 33 47 When the British warrior queen Where Foyle her swelling waters 36 Where the remote Bermudas ride Who 'as 'eard the Ram a callin' on the green fields Who is he that cometh, like an honour'd guest 85 |