The Song of the Dead Hear now the Song of the Dead — in the North by the torn berg-edges, 

 The Deep-Sea Cables The wrecks dissolve above us; their dust drops down from afar —, 

 The Song of the Sons One from the ends of the earth — gifts at an open door —, 

 The Song of the Cities Royal and Dower-royal, I the Queen, 

 England's Answer Truly ye come of The Blood; slower to bless than to ban, 

 THE FIRST CHANTEY Mine was the woman to me, darkling I found her, 

 THE LAST CHANTEY Thus said The Lord in the Vault above the Cherubim, 

 THE MERCHANTMEN King Solomon drew merchantmen, 

 M'ANDREW'S HYMN Lord, Thou hast made this world below the shadow of a dream, 

 THE MIRACLES I sent a message to my dear, 

 THE NATIVE-BORN We've drunk to the Queen — God bless her! 

 THE KING   “Farewell, Romance!” the Cave-men said, 

 THE RHYME OF THE THREE SEALERS Away by the lands of the Japanee, 

 THE DERELICT I was the staunchest of our fleet, 

 THE ANSWER A Rose, in tatters, on the garden path, 

 THE SONG OF THE BANJO You couldn't pack a Broadwood half a mile, 

 THE LINER SHE'S A LADY The Liner she's a lady, an' she never looks nor 'eeds, 

 MULHOLLAND'S CONTRACT The fear was on the cattle, for the gale was on the sea, 

 ANCHOR SONG Heh! Walk her round. Heave, ah heave her short again! FROM “MANY INVENTIONS”. 

 THE LOST LEGION There's a Legion that never was 'listed, 

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