| First line | Title | Notes |
| A Nation spoke to a Nation | Our Lady of the Snows | |
| As our mother the Frigate, bepainted and fine | Cruisers | |
| Before a midnight breaks in storm | Dedication | |
| Daily with knees that feign to quake | Rimmon | |
| Files | The Files | |
| For things we never mention | The Broken Men | |
| God gave all men all earth to love | Sussex | |
| Her hand was still on her sword-hilt, the spur was still on her heel | The Young Queen | |
| 'Here is nothing new , or aught unproven', say the trumpets | The Old Issue | |
| Here where my fresh-turned furrows run | The Settler | |
| In extended observation of the ways and works of man | Et Dona Ferentes | |
| Let us admit it fairly, as a business people should | The Lesson | |
| Lived a woman wonderful | South Africa | |
| No doubt but ye are the people —your throne is above the King's | The Islanders | |
| Not in the camp his victory lies | The Reformers | |
| Now the Four-way lodge is opened, and the Hunting Winds are loosed | The Feet of the Young Men | |
| Oh glorious are the guarded heights | The Wage-slaves | |
| Oh Hushee, carry your shoes in your hand, and bow your head on your breast | Kitchener's School | |
| Oh ye who tread the Narrow Way | Buddhe at Kamakura | |
| Said England unto Pharaoh, 'I must make a man of you' | Pharaoh and the Sergeant | |
| Sudden the desert changes | Bridge Guard in the Karroo | |
| Take up the White Man's Burden | The White Man's Burden | |
| The God of Fair Beginnings | The Song of Diego Valdez | |
| The strength of twice three thousand horse | The Destroyers | |
| The Word came down to Dives, in Torment where he lay | The Peace of Dives | |
| There's no sense in going further—it's the edge of cultivation | The Explorer | |
| They christened my brother of old | The Bell Buoy | |
| This is our lot if we live so long, and labour unto the end | The Old Men | |
| We have no heart for the fishing, we have no hand for the oar | The Dykes | |
| We've sent our little Cupids all ashore | The Second Voyage | |
| When I was a King and a mason —a Master proven and skilled | The Palace | |
| When that great Kings return to clay | The Burial | |
| When the darkened Fifties dip to the North | Song of the Wise Children | |
| Where run your colts at pasture | White Horses | |
| Who hath desired the sea? —the sight of salt water unbounded | The Sea and the Hills | |
| Who recalls the twlight and the ranged tents in order | Dirge of Dead Sisters | |
| With those that bred, with those that loosed the strife | General Joubert | |
| Yearly, with tent and rifle, our careless white men go | The Truce of the Bear | |
SERVICE SONGS |
| At times when under cover I 'ave said | The Instructor | |
| God of our fathers, known of old | Recessional | |
| I do not love my Empire's foes | Piet | |
| I wish my mother could see me now, with a fence-post under my arm | M.I. | |
| Me that 'ave been what I've been | Chant Pagan | |
| Only two African kopjes | Two Kopjes | |
| Out o' the wilderness, dusty and dry | Columns | |
| Peace is declared, 'an I return | The Return | |
| Smells are surer than sounds or sights | Lichtenberg | |
| The bachelor, 'e fights for one | The Married Man | |
| The General 'eard the firin' on the flank | Stellenbosh | |
| There is a word you often see, pronounce it as you may | Ubique | |
| There is a world outside the one you know | Wilful-Missing' | |
| "Tommy" you was when it began | The Service Man | |
| We're foot—slog—slog—slog—slogging over Africa | Boots | |
| We've rode and fiought and ate and drunk as rations come to hand | The Parting of the Columns | |
| When by the labour of my 'ands | Half Ballad of Waterval | |