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