The Seven Seas and
Further Barrack-Room Ballads

The poems are listed in the order determined by Kipling when the collection was being prepared for publication; click here for a listing by title, and here for a listing by first line.

The three poems with titles in red were omitted from the first American edition

Title First line Notes
Dedication (to The Seven Seas) The cities are full of pride
A Song of the English Fair is our lot – O goodly is our heritage!
The Coastwise Lights Our brows are bound with spindrift and the weed is on our knees;
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!
The Lost Legion There’s a Legion that never was ‘listed
The Sea Wife There dwells a wife by the Northern Gate
Hymn before Action The earth is full of anger
To the True Romance. (Prelude to Many Inventions) Thy face is far from this our war
The Flowers Buy my English posies!
The Last Rhyme of True Thomas The King has called for priest and cup
In the Neolithic Age In the Neolithic Age savage warfare did I wage
The Story of Ung Once, on a glittering ice-field, ages and ages ago
The Three-Decker Full thirty foot she towered from waterline to rail
An American If the Led Striker call it a strike
The ‘ Mary Gloster’ I’ve paid for your sickest fancies; I’ve humoured your crackedest whim
Sestina of the Tramp-Royal Speakin’ in general, I ‘ave tried ’em all-
When ‘Omer smote When ‘Omer smote ‘is bloomin’ lyre
Back to the Army again’ I’m ‘ere in a ticky ulster and a broken billycock ‘at
Birds of Prey’ March March! The mud is cakin’ good about our trousies
Soldier an’ Sailor too’ As I was spittin’ into the Ditch aboard o’ the Crocodile
Sappers When the Waters were dried an’ the Earth did appear
That Day It got beyond all orders an’ it got beyond all ‘ope;
‘The Men that fought at Minden’ The men that fought at Minden, they was rookies in their time
Cholera Camp We’ve got the cholerer in camp – it’s worse than forty fights;
The Ladies I’ve taken my fun where I’ve found it
Bill ‘Awkins ‘As anybody seen Bill ‘Awkins?”
The Mother Lodge There was Rundle, Station Master
Follow me ‘ome’ There was no one like ‘im, ‘Orse or Foot
The Sergeant’s Weddin’ E was warned agin ‘er-
The Jacket Through the Plagues of Egyp’ we was chasin’ Arabi
The ‘ Eathen The ‘eathen in ‘is blindness bows down to wood an’ stone
The Shut-eye Sentry Sez the Junior Orderly Sergeant
Mary, Pity Women!’ You call yourself a man
For to admire The Injian Ocean sets an’ smiles
L’Envoi (to The Seven Seas) When earth’s last picture is painted