| No. | Page | |
| XX. | Oh fair enough are sky and plain | 28 |
| XXI. | In summertime on Bredon | 29 |
| XXII. | The street sounds to the soldiers' tread | 32 |
| XXIII. | The lads in their hundreds | 33 |
| XXIV. | Say, lad, have you things to do | 35 |
| XXV. | This time of year a twelvemonth past | 36 |
| XXVI. | Along the field as we came by | 37 |
| XXVII. | Is my team ploughing | 38 |
| XXVIII. | High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam | 40 |
| XXIX. | 'T is spring; come out to ramble | 43 |
| XXX. | Others, I am not the first | 44 |
| XXXI. | On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble | 45 |
| XXXII. | From far, from eve and morning | 47 |
| XXXIII. | If truth in hearts that perish | 48 |
| XXXIV. | Oh, sick I am to see you | 49 |
| XXXV. | On the idle hill of summer | 51 |
| XXXVI. | White in the moon the long road lies | 52 |
| XXXVII. | As through the wild green hills of Wyre | 53 |
| XXXVIII. | The winds out of the west land blow | 55 |
| XXXIX. | 'T is time, I think, by Wenlock town | 56 |
| XL. | Into my heart an air that kills | 57 |
| XLI. | In my own shire, if I was sad | 58 |
| XLII. | Once in the wind of morning | 60 |
| XLIII. | When I meet the morning beam | 64 |
| XLIV. | Shot? so quick, so clean an ending | 67 |
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