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There was darkness under Heaven 678

There was never a Queen like Balkis, 675

There was no one like f im, 'Orse or Foot, 507

There was Rundle, Station Master, 505

There were thirty million English who talked of England's might,. 228

There were three friends that buried the fourth, 607

There's a convict more in the Central Jail, 637

There's a Legion that never was 'listed, 222

There's a little red-faced man, 449

There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield,. 189

There's a widow in sleepy Chester 63

"There's no sense in going further it's the edge of cultivation,". . 119

There's no wind along these seas, 732

These are our regulations 314

These are the Four that are never content, that have never been filled

since the Dews began 707

These were my companions going forth by night 597

" These were never your true love's eyes 181

These were our children who died for our lands: they were dear in our

sight. 587

They bear, in place of classic names, 711

They burnt a corpse upon the sand 575

They christened my brother of old 339

They killed a child to please the Gods 634

They shall not return to us, the resolute, the young 346

They shut the road through the woods 557

This 'appened in a battle to a batt'ry of the corps 469

This fell when dinner-time was done 73

This I saw when the rites were done, 603

This is our lot if we live so long and labour unto the end .... ^68

This is the mouth-filling song of the race that was run by a Boomer. . 672

This is the sorrowful story 404

This is the State above the Law 329

Three things make earth unquiet 628

Thrones, Powers, Dominions, Peoples, Kings, 612

Through learned and laborious years 570

Through the Plagues of Egyp' we was chasin' Arabi, 511

Thus said the Lord in the Vault above the Cherubim, 184

Thy face is far from this our war, 97

To the Heavens above us 654

To the Judge of Right and Wrong 2 1 2

To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned,. . . 483

To-day across our fathers' graves, 351

To-night, God knows what thing shall tide, 576

"Tommy" you was when it began, 522