The Little Black Rose shall be red at last 229 The Minstrel Boy to the war is gone 212 The news frae Moidart cam’ yestreen 205 There are boys to-day in the city slum and the home of wealth and pride 300 There’s a land, a dear land, where the rights of the free 92 There was a sound of revelry by night 67 There was heard the sound of a coming foe 71 The seaman slept--all nature sleeps; a sacred stillness there 293 The waves are dashing proudly down 267 The weary day rins down and dies 126 They called Thee MERRY ENGLAND in old time 50 They lie unwatched, in waste and vacant places 303 They say that ‘war is hell,’ the ‘great accursed’ 109 This England never did, nor never shall 11 This royal throne of kings, this sceptr’d isle 11 Thy voice is heard through rolling drums 83 To-day the people gather from the streets 120 To horse! to horse! the standard flies 189 Toll for the Brave 38 To mute and to material things 51 To my true king I offered free from stain 77 To Thee, our God, we fly 99 To the Lords of Convention ’twas Claver’se who spoke 187 Truth, winged and enkindled with rapture 129 Unhappy Erin, what a lot was thine 231 Vanguard of Liberty, ye men of Kent 48 War-worn, sun-scorched, stained with the dust of toil 248 We cheered you forth--brilliant and kind and brave 286 We come from tower and grange 134 We come in arms, we stand ten score 97 Welcome, wild North-easter 94 ‘Well done!’ The cry goes ringing round the world 287 We’ll o’er the water, we’ll o’er the sea 201 What are the bugles saying 278 Whate’er of woe the Dark may hide in womb 123 What have I done for you 137 What of the bow 143 When Britain first at Heaven’s command 33 When I have borne in memory what has tamed 47