A Shropshire Lad (Verse

1 From clee to heaven the beacon burns
2 Loveliest of trees
3 Leave your home behind, lad
4 Wke: the silver dusk returning
5 Oh see how thick the goldcup flowers
6 When the lad for longing sighs
7 When smoke stood up from Ludlow
8 Farewell to barn and stack and tree
9 On moonlit heath and lonesome bank
10 The sun at noon to higher air
11 The heart's desire - The boys are up the woods with day
12 On your midnight pallet lying
13 When I watch the living meet
14 When I was one-and-twenty
15 There pass the careless people
16 Look not in my eyes
17 It nods and curentseys and recovers
18 Twice a week the winter thorough
19 Oh, when I was in love with you
20 The time you won your town the race
21 Oh fair enough are sky and plain
22 In summertime on Bredon
23 The street sounds to the soldier's tread
24 The lads in their hundreds
25 Say, lad, have you things to do?
26 This time of year
27 Along the field as we came by
28 Is my team ploughing?
29 High the vanes of Shrewbury gleam
30 'Tis spring: come out to ramble
31 Others, I am not the first
32 On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble
1 From far, from eve and morning
2 It truth in hearts that perish
3 Oh, sick I am to see you
4 On the idle hill of summer
5 White in the moon the lond road lies
6 As throught the wild green hills of Wyre
7 The wind out of the west land blow
8 'Tis time, I think, by Wenlock town
9 Into my heart an air that kills
10 In my own shire, if I was sad
11 Once in the wind of morning
12 When I meet the morning beam
13 Shot? so quick, so clean an ending?
14 Because I liked you better
15 He would not stay for me
16 If it chance your eye offend you
17 Bring, in this timeless grave to throw
18 Here the hangman stops his cart
19 Be still, my soul, be still
20 Think no ore, lad: laugh, be jolly
21 In valleys of springs or rivers
22 Loitering with a vacant eye
23 Far in a western brookland
24 The lad came to the door at night
25 With rue my heart is laden
26 Westward on the high-hilled plaines
27 Far I hear the bugle blow
28 You smile upon your friend to-day
29 When I came last to Ludlow
30 The star-filled seas are smooth to-night
31 Now hollow fires burn out to black
32 The vane on Hughley stepple
33 Terence, this is stupid stuff
34 I hope and trenched and weeded