A Shropshire Lad [CD]

1887 From Clee To Heaven the Beacon Burns

Loveliest of Trees, the Cherry Now

The Recruit: Leave Your Home Behind, Lad

Reveille: Wake: the Silver Dusk Returning

Oh See How Thick the Goldcup Flowers

When the Lad For Longing Sighs

When Some Stood Up From Ludlow

'Farewell To Barn and Stack and Tree'

On Moonlit Heath and Lonesome Bank

March: the Sun At Noon To Higher Air

On Your Midnight Pallet Lying

When I Watch the Living Meet

When I Was One-and-Twenty

There Pass the Careless People

Look Not In My Eyes, For Fear

It Nods and Curtseys and Recovers

Twice a Week the Winter Thorough

Oh, When I Was In Love With You

To an Athlete Dying Young

Oh Fair Enough Are Sky and Plain

Bredon Hill: In Summertime On Bredon

The Street Sounds To the Soldiers' Tread

The Lads In Their Hundreds To Ludlow Come In For the Fair

Say, Lad, Have You Things To Do?

This Time of Year a Twelvemonth Past

Along the Fields As We Came By

'is My Team Ploughing'

The Welsh Marches: High the Vanes of Shrewsbury Gleam

The Lent Lily: 'Tis Spring; Come Out To Ramble

Others, I Am Not the First

On Wenlock Edge the Woods' In Trouble

From Far, From Eve and Morning

If Truth In Hearts That Perish

The New Mistress

On the Idle Hill of Summer

White In the Moon the Long Road Lies

As Through the Wild Green Hills of Wyre

The Winds Out of the West Land Blow

'Tis Time, I Think By Wenlock Town

Into My Heart an Air That Kills

In My Own Shire, If I Was Sad

The Merry Guide: Once In the Wind of Morning

The Immportal Part: When I Meet the Morning Beam

Shot? So Quick, So Clean and Ending?

If It Chance Your Eye Offend You

Bring, In This Timeless Grave To Throw

The Carpenter's Son: 'Here the Hangman Stops His Cart'

Be Still, My Soul, Be Still; the Arms You Bear Are Brittle

Think No More, Lad; Laugh, Be Jolly

Clunton and Clunbury, Clungunford and Clun

Loitering With a Vacant Eye

Far In a Western Brookland

The True Lover: the Lad Came To the Door At Night

With Rue My Heart is Laden

Westward On the High-Hilled Plains

The Day of Battle: 'Far I Hear the Bugle Blow'

You Smile Upon Your Friend To-Day

When I Came Lost To Ludlow

The Isle of Portland: the Star-Filled Seas Are Smooth To-Night

Now Hollow Fires Burn Out To Black

Hughley Steeple: the Vane On Hughley Steeple

'Terence, This is Stupid Stuff'

I Hoed and Trenched and Weeded