Patriotic Song

Index of First Lines

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Across the streaming flood, the deep ravine	286
After dead centuries	168
Agincourt, Agincourt	3
Ah, now we know the long delay	297
Amid the loud ebriety of War	96
An effigy of brass	133
A perfect peaceful stillness reigns	316
A plenteous place is Ireland for hospitable cheer	225
Are you not weary in your distant places	196
Arvon’s heights hide the bright sun from our gazing	171
A terrible and splendid trust	239
Attend, all ye who list to hear our noble England’s praise	74
Attend you, and give ear awhile	21
Away with bayonet and with lance	63
A wee bird cam’ to our ha’ door	205
A wonderful joy our eyes to bless	122
Blows the wind to-day, and the sun and the rain are flying	196
Bonnie Charlie’s noo awa’	198
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead	183
Britain fought her sons of yore	85
By crag and lonely moor she stands	254
By the Boer lines at Congella	288
By this, though deep the evening fell	183
Cam’ ye by Athol, lad wi’ the philabeg	199
Come, all ye jolly sailors bold	44
Come, cheer up, my lads, ’tis to glory we steer	35
Come, if you dare, our trumpets sound	31
Come, my hearties—work will stand	302
Cooee! I send my voice	318
Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear	17
Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud	24
Daddy Neptune one day to Freedom did say	55
Dear Cymru, ’mid thy mountains soaring high	173
Dear Harp of my country! in darkness I found thee	216
Despond who will—I heard a voice exclaim	51
Did they dare, did they dare to slay Owen Roe O’Neill	227
Does haughty Gaul invasion threat	181
Drake he’s in his hammock an’ a thousand mile away	149
Drake’s luck to all that sail with Drake	150
Effingham, Grenville, Raleigh, Drake	147
England, awake! awake! awake	45
England, England, England	252
England, queen of the waves, whose green inviolate girdle enrings thee round	125
Erin, the tear and the smile in thine eyes	215
Fair stood the wind for France	5
Fareweel to Lochaber, fareweel to my Jean	177
Far up among the forest-belted mountains	285
Fierce on this bastion beats the noon-day sun	258
First pledge our Queen this solemn night	84
Forests that beard the avalanche	121
Frae the friends and land I love	202
Free as the wind that leaps from out the North	139
From domes and palaces I bent my way	272
Glyndwr, see thy comet flaming	167
God be with the Irish host	224
God of Nations! at Thy feet	315
God of our fathers, known of old	154
God save our Lord, the King	34
Green fields of England! wheresoe’er	93
Green Flodden! on thy bloodstained head	190
Growing to full manhood now	258
Half a league, half a league	87
Harp of the mountain-land! sound forth again	166
Have done with care, my hearts! aboard amain	4
Heard ye the thunder of battle	104
He left his island home	308
Her court was pure; her life serene	83
Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling	39
Here, on our native soil, we breathe once more	46
Here’s a health to the King and a lasting peace	34
Here’s a health unto His Majesty	31
How great the loss is thy loss to me	233
‘How many?’ said our good captain	108
How sleep the brave who sink to rest	36
I know ’tis but a loom of land	117
I may sit in my wee croo house	200
I’m lonesome since I cross’d the hill	43
I’m sitting on the stile, Mary	222
In all my wanderings round this world of care	211
In a quiet-water’d land, a land of roses	236
In the greyness of the dawning we have seen the pilot-star	307
In the Highlands, in the country places	195
In the ranks of the Austrian you found him	80
I remember the lowering wintry morn	295
I send to you	317
It is not to be thought of that the flood	47
It’s hame, an’ it’s hame, hame fain wad I be	193
It was a’ for our rightfu’ king	203
It wasna from a golden throne	207
I’ve heard the lark’s cry thrill the sky o’er the meadows of Lusk	234
I’ve heard the liltin’ at our ewe-milkin’	177
Jack dances and sings, and is always content	40
King Philip had vaunted his claims	132
Last night, among his fellow roughs	90
Lest it be said	260
Let rogues and cheats prognosticate	30
Listen! my brothers of Eton and Harrow	157
Lo, how they come to me	155
Lo, our land this night is lone	231
Lo, ’tis the light of the morn	309
Lying here awake, I hear the watchman’s warning	100
March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale	186
Men of England! who inherit	62
Men of the Hills and men of the Plains, men of the Isles and Sea	276
Methinks already from this chymic flame	32
My England, island England, such leagues and leagues away	141
My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here	180
My name, d’ye see, ’s Tom Tough, I’ve seed a little sarvice	41
New Year, be good to England. Bid her name	129
Nobly, nobly Cape St. Vincent to the North-West died away	92
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note	69
Not ’mid the thunder of the battle guns	299
Not tasselled palm or bended cypress wooing	233
Now all the youth of England are on fire	12
O, Bay of Dublin! how my heart you’re troublin’	222
Oh! Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darling	204
O Child of Nations, giant-limbed	250
O England, thou hast many a precious dower	99
Of Nelson and the North	60
Of old sat Freedom on the heights	82
Oft in the pleasant summer years	268
O gallant was our galley from her carven steering-wheel	280
O! he was lang o’ comin’	199
O how comely it is, and how reviving	24
O, Kenmure’s on and awa, Willie	202
O land of Druid and of Bard	165
O! my dark Rosaleen	219
Once more upon the waters! yet once more	64
‘On with the charge!’ he cries, and waves his sword	244
O, Paddy dear! an’ did ye hear the news that’s goin’ round	211
O, the East is but West, with the sun a little hotter	243
O, then, tell me, Shawn O’Ferrall, tell me why you hurry so	235
O, the red rose may be fair	237
O, to be in England	91
O, ’twas merry down to Looe when the news was carried through	118
O undistinguished Dead	133
Our second Richard Lion-Heart	113
O, where, Kincora! is Brien the Great	218
O, where’s the slave so lowly	214
O where, tell me where, is your Highland laddie gone	178
O! why left I my hame	194
O ye, who with your blood and sweat	246
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu	185
Rain came down drenchingly; but we unblenchingly	131
Remember the glories of Brien the brave	213
Ruin seize thee, ruthless King	161
Sang one of England in his island home	262
Say not the struggle naught availeth	94
Scots, wha hae wi’ Wallace bled	180
See, see where Royal Snowdon rears	172
She is a rich and rare land	226
She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps	215
She stands alone: ally nor friend has she	124
She stands, a thousand wintered tree	143
Shy bird of the silver arrows of song	247
Some talk of Alexander, and some of Hercules	42
Son of the Ocean Isle	72
Sons in my gates of the West	136
Speak gently, gently tread	273
Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing	207
Steep is the soldier’s path; nor are the heights	58
Still stand thy ruins ’neath the Indian sky	275
Sun-showered land! largess of golden light	286
Sye, do yer ’ear thet bugle callin’	147
The Campbells are comin’, O-ho, O-ho	193
The camp-fire gleams resistance	305
The cool and pleasant days are past	274
The feast is spread through England	112
The fifteenth day of July	18
The forward youth that would appear	25
The harp that once through Tara’s halls	213
Their groves o’ sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon	182
The Isle of Roses in her Lindian shrine	103
The Isles of Greece, the Isles of Greece	65
The Little Black Rose shall be red at last	229
The Minstrel Boy to the war is gone	212
The news frae Moidart cam’ yestreen	205
There are boys to-day in the city slum and the home of wealth and pride	300
There’s a land, a dear land, where the rights of the free	92
There was a sound of revelry by night	67
There was heard the sound of a coming foe	71
The seaman slept—all nature sleeps; a sacred stillness there	293
The waves are dashing proudly down	267
The weary day rins down and dies	126
They called Thee Merry England in old time	50
They lie unwatched, in waste and vacant places	303
They say that ‘war is hell,’ the ‘great accursed’	109
This England never did, nor never shall	11
This royal throne of kings, this sceptr’d isle	11
Thy voice is heard through rolling drums	83
To-day the people gather from the streets	120
To horse! to horse! the standard flies	189
Toll for the Brave	38
To mute and to material things	51
To my true king I offered free from stain	77
To Thee, our God, we fly	99
To the Lords of Convention ’twas Claver’se who spoke	187
Truth, winged and enkindled with rapture	129
Unhappy Erin, what a lot was thine	231
Vanguard of Liberty, ye men of Kent	48
War-worn, sun-scorched, stained with the dust of toil	248
We cheered you forth—brilliant and kind and brave	286
We come from tower and grange	134
We come in arms, we stand ten score	97
Welcome, wild North-easter	94
‘Well done!’ The cry goes ringing round the world	287
We’ll o’er the water, we’ll o’er the sea	201
What are the bugles saying	278
Whate’er of woe the Dark may hide in womb	123
What have I done for you	137
What of the bow	143
When Britain first at Heaven’s command	33
When I have borne in memory what has tamed	47
When the British warrior queen	36
Where Foyle her swelling waters	216
Where the remote Bermudas ride	28
Who ’as ’eard the Ram a callin’ on the green fields o’ the sea	141
Who carries the gun	144
Who fears to speak of Ninety-Eight	229
Who is he that cometh, like an honour’d guest	85
Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he	48
‘Who’ll serve the King?’ cried the sergeant aloud	57
Whom for thy race of heroes wilt thou own	78
Who to the murmurs of an earthly string	50
Why do they prate of the blessings of Peace? We have made them a curse	89
Why is it that ye grieve, O weak in faith	249
Why lingers my gaze where the last hues of day	166
Wide are the plains to the north and the westward	262
Winds of the World, give answer! They are whimpering to and fro	150
Ye Mariners of England	59
Yes, let us own it in confession free	78
You ask me, why, tho’ ill at ease	81
You brave heroic minds	8

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