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and Other Verses (Notes by Roger Ayers and John McGivering) |
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[June 29th 2010]
The poems are listed by first line; click here for a listing by title.
| First line | Title | Notes |
| Abdhur Rahman, the Durani Chief, of him is the story told | The Ballad of the King's Mercy |  |
| Although, as I fancy you know, I'm familiar with phrases that pain and annoy | The Explanation | |
| At the close of a winter day | The Rhyme of the Three Captains | |
| Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor | The Widow at Windsor | |
| Beyond the path of the outmost sun through utter darknesss hurled | To Wolcott Balestier | |
| Boh Da Thone was a warrior bold | The Ballad of Boh da Thone | |
| By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' lazy at the sea | Mandalay | |
| Er-Heb beyond the Hills of Ao-Safai | The Sacrifice of Er-heb | |
| Help for a patriot distressed, a spotless spirit hurt | 'Cleared' | |
| I have made for you a song | To T.A. | |
| I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer | Tommy | |
| If you've ever stole a pheasant-egg be'ind the keeper's back | Loot | |
| It was our war-ship Clampherdown | The Ballad of the 'Clampherdown' | |
| I've a head like a concertina, I've a tongue like a button-stick | Cells | |
| Kabul town's by Kabul river- | Ford o' Kabul River | |
| My name is O'Kelly, I've heard the Revelly | Shillin' a Day | |
| My new-cut ashlar takes the light | L'Envoi to Life's Handicap | |
| Now this is the tale of the Council the German Kaiser decreed | An Imperial Rescript | |
| O woe is me for the merry life | The Lament of the Border Cattle Thief | |
| Oh, East is East and West is West, and never the twain shall meet | The Ballad of East and West | |
| Seven men from all the world back to Docks again | The Ballad of the 'Bolivar' | |
| Smokin' my pipe on the mountings, sniffin' the mornin' cool | Screw-Guns | |
| Soldier, soldier come from the wars | Soldier, Soldier | |
| The dead child lay in the shroud | The Gift of the Sea | |
| The wreath of banquet overnight lay withered on the neck | With Scindia to Delhi | |
| There was a row in Silver Street that's near to Dublin Quay | Belts | |
| This 'appened in a battle toa batt'ry of the corps | Snarleyow' | |
| This is the sorrowful story | The Legend of Evil | |
| This is the story of Evarra - man | Evarra and his Gods | |
| To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned | Gentlemen-rankers | |
| Troopin', troopin', troopin' to the sea | Troopin' | |
| Udai Chand lay sick to death | The Last Suttee | |
| We're marchin' on relief over Injia's sunny plains | Route Marchin' | |
| We've fought with many men acrost the seas | Fuzzy Wuzzy | |
| What are the bugles blowin' for?' said Files-on-Parade | Danny Deever | |
| When Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried | L'Envoi to Barrack-Room Ballads | |
| When spring-time flushes the desert grass | The Ballad of the King's Jest | |
| When the 'arf-made recruity goes out to the East | The Young British Soldier | |
| When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold | The Conundrum of the Workshops | |
| Where have you been this while away | The Widow's Party | |
| Winds of the World, give answer! They are whimpering to and fro- | The English Flag | |
| Wot makes the soldier's 'eart to penk, wot makes 'im to perspire? | Oonts | |
| You may talk o' gin and beer | Gunga Din | |