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All A. E. Housman Songs

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