| # | Title | Rating | Length |
|---|
| 1 | 1887 From Clee to heaven the beacon burns | | 1:32 |
| 2 | Loveliest of trees, the cherry now | | 0:39 |
| 3 | THE RECRUIT: Leave your home behind, lad | | 1:05 |
| 4 | REVEILLE: Wake: the silver dusk returning | | 1:08 |
| 5 | Oh see how thick the goldcup flowers | | 1:30 |
| 6 | When the lad for longing sighs | | 0:37 |
| 7 | When smoke stood up from Ludlow | | 1:17 |
| 8 | 'Farewell to barn and stack and tree' | | 1:03 |
| 9 | On moonlit heath and lonesome bank | | 1:24 |
| 10 | MARCH: The sun at noon to higher air | | 1:02 |
| 11 | On your midnight pallet lying | | 0:43 |
| 12 | When I watch the living meet | | 0:45 |
| 13 | When I was one - and - twenty | | 0:45 |
| 14 | There pass the careless people | | 0:56 |
| 15 | Look not in my eyes, for fear | | 0:50 |
| 16 | It nods and curtseys and recovers | | 0:30 |
| 17 | Twice a week the winter thorough | | 0:36 |
| 18 | Oh, when I was in love with you | | 0:25 |
| 19 | TO AN ATHLETE DYING YOUNG | | 1:24 |
| 20 | Oh fair enough are sky and plain | | 0:45 |
| 21 | BREDON HILL: In summertime on Bredon | | 1:31 |
| 22 | The street sounds to the soldiers' tread | | 0:38 |
| 23 | The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair | | 1:09 |
| 24 | Say, lad, have you things to do | | 0:36 |
| 25 | This time of year a twelvemonth past | | 0:44 |
| 26 | Along the fields as we came by | | 0:57 |
| 27 | 'Is my team ploughing' | | 1:25 |
| 28 | THE WELSH MARCHES: High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam | | 1:42 |
| 29 | THE LENT LILY: 'Tis spring; come out to ramble | | 0:48 |
| 30 | Others, I am not the first | | 0:51 |
| 31 | On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble | | 1:08 |
| 32 | From far, from eve and morning | | 0:35 |
| 33 | If truth in hearts that perish | | 0:50 |
| 34 | THE NEW MISTRESS | | 1:08 |
| 35 | On the idle hill of summer | | 0:48 |
| 36 | White in the moon the long road lies | | 0:51 |
| 37 | As through the wild green hills of Wyre | | 1:39 |
| 38 | The winds out of the west land blow | | 0:54 |
| 39 | 'Tis time, I think by Wenlock town | | 0:39 |
| 40 | Into my heart an air that kills | | 0:31 |
| 41 | In my own shire, if I was sad | | 1:30 |
| 42 | THE MERRY GUIDE: Once in the wind of morning | | 2:23 |
| 43 | THE IMMORTAL PART: When I meet the morning beam | | 2:05 |
| 44 | Shot so quick, so clean an ending | | 1:34 |
| 45 | If it chance your eye offend you | | 0:27 |
| 46 | Bring, in this timeless grave to throw | | 1:07 |
| 47 | THE CARPENTER'S SON: 'Here the hangman stops his cart' | | 1:19 |
| 48 | Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle | | 1:23 |
| 49 | Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly | | 0:33 |
| 50 | Clunton and Clunbury, Clungunford and Clun | | 1:09 |
| 51 | Loitering with a vacant eye | | 1:05 |
| 52 | Far in a western brookland | | 0:47 |
| 53 | THE TRUE LOVER: The lad came to the door at night | | 1:35 |
| 54 | With rue my heart is laden | | 0:28 |
| 55 | Westward on the high - hilled plains | | 0:45 |
| 56 | THE DAY OF BATTLE: 'Far I hear the bugle blow' | | 0:47 |
| 57 | You smile upon your friend to - day | | 0:24 |
| 58 | When I came last to Ludlow | | 0:26 |
| 59 | THE ISLE OF PORTLAND: The star - filled seas are smooth to - night | | 0:42 |
| 60 | Now hollow fires burn out to black | | 0:26 |
| 61 | HUGHLEY STEEPLE: The vane on Hughley steeple | | 1:03 |
| 62 | 'Terence, this is stupid stuff' | | 2:59 |
| 63 | I Hoed and trenched and weeded | | 0:43 |
