All songs by A. E. Housman
1887
Along the fields as we came by
As through the wild green hills of Wyre
Be still my soul be still the arms you bear are brittle
Bredon Hill
Bring in this timeless grave to throw
Clunton and Clunbury
Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries
Far in a western brookland
Farewell to barn and stack and tree
From Clee to heaven the beacon burns
From far from eve and morning
Her Strong Enchantments Failing
Hughley Steeple
I Hoed and trenched and weeded
If it chance your eye offend you
In my own shire if I was sad
Into my heart an air that kills
Is My Team Ploughing
It nods and curtseys and recovers
Loitering with a vacant eye
Look not in my eyes for fear
Loveliest of Trees
Loveliest of trees the cherry now
March
My Dreams Are of A Field Afar
Now hollow fires burn out to black
Oh Who Is That Young Sinner
Oh fair enough are sky and plain
Oh see how thick the goldcup flowers
Oh when I was in love with you
On moonlit heath and lonesome bank
On the idle hill of summer
On your midnight pallet lying
Others I am not the first
Reveille
Say lad have you things to do
Shot? so quick so clean an ending?
Soldier From the Wars Returning
Stars I Have Seen Them Fall
Terence this is stupid stuff
The Carpenters Son
The Day Of Battle
The Immortal Part
The Isle Of Portland
The Lent Lily
The Merry Guide
The New Mistress
The Recruit
The True Lover
The Welsh Marches
The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair
The street sounds to the soldiers tread
The winds out of the west land blow
There pass the careless people
Think no more lad laugh be jolly
This time of year a twelvemonth past
Tis time I think by Wenlock town
To An Athlete Dying Young
Twice a week the winter thorough
Westward on the high-hilled plains
When I Was One-and-Twenty
When I came last to Ludlow
When I watch the living meet
When smoke stood up from Ludlow
When the lad for longing sighs
White in the moon the long road lies
With rue my heart is laden
XLV
Yonder See the Morning
You smile upon your friend to-day