66. The Clerks And The Bells The merry clerks of Oxenford they stretch themselves at ease
Unhelmeted on unbleached sward beneath unshrivelled trees.
For the leaves, the leaves, are on the bough, the bark is on the bole,
67. A Three-part Song I'm just in love with all these three,
The Weald and the Marsh and the Down country.
Nor I don't know which I love the most,
72. When The Great Ark When the Great Ark, in Vigo Bay,
Rode stately through the half-manned fleet,
From every ship about her way
73. With Scindia To Delphi More than a hundred years ago, in a great battle fought near Delhi, an Indian Prince rode fifty miles after the day was lost with a beggar-girl, who had loved him and followed him in all his camps, on his saddle-bow. He lost the girl when almost within sight of safety.
A Maratta trooper tells the story:,
74. I Keep Six Honest.. I keep six honest serving-men
(They taught me all I knew);
Their names are What and Why and When
75. The Native-born We've drunk to the Queen, God bless her!,
We've drunk to our mothers' land;
We've drunk to our English brother,
76. Dirge Of Dead Sisters Who recalls the twilight and the ranged tents in order
(Violet peaks uplifted through the crystal evening air?)
And the clink of iron teacups and the piteous, noble laughter,
77. A Tree Song Of all the trees that grow so fair,
Old England to adorn,
Greater are none beneath the Sun,
86. The Islanders No doubt but ye are the People-your throne is above the King's.
Whoso speaks in your presence must say acceptable things: Bowing the head in worship, bending the knee in fear,
87. My Boy Jack Have you news of my boy Jack?"
Not this tide.
"When d'you think that he'll come back?"
88. The Floods The rain it rains without a stay
In the hills above us, in the hills;
And presently the floods break way
89. Gentlmen-rankers To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned,
To my brethren in their sorrow overseas,
Sings a gentleman of England cleanly bred, machinely crammed,
90. My New-cut Ashler My New-Cut ashlar takes the light
Where crimson-blank the windows flare.
By my own work before the night,
91. A Song Of Travel Where's the lamp that Hero lit
Once to call Leander home?
Equal Time hath shovelled it
92. The "mary Gloster" I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your crackedest whim,
Dick, it's your daddy, dying; you've got to listen to him!
Good for a fortnight, am I? The doctor told you? He lied.
93. Song Of The Galley-slaves We pulled for you when the wind was against us and the sails were low.
Will you never let us go?
We ate bread and onions when you took towns, or ran aboard quickly when you were beaten back by the foe.
94. Just So Stories When the cabin port-holes are dark and green
Because of the seas outside;
When the ship goes wop (with a wiggle between)
95. If.... If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
96. Songs Of Seventy Horses Once again the Steamer at Calais, the tackles
Easing the car-trays on to the quay. Release her!
Sign-refill, and let me away with my horses.