The March of the Dead
The cruel war was over -- oh, the triumph was so sweet,

"Fighting Mac"
A pistol shot rings round and round the world,

The Woman and the Angel
An angel was tired of heaven, as he lounged in the golden street,

The Rhyme of the Restless Ones
We couldn't sit and study for the law,

New Year's Eve
It's cruel cold on the water-front, silent and dark and drear,

Comfort
Say! You've struck a heap of trouble,

The Harpy
There was a woman, and she was wise; woefully wise was she,

Premonition
'Twas a year ago, and the moon was bright,

The Tramps
Can you recall, dear comrade, when we tramped God's land together,

L'Envoi
You who have lived in the land,