The poems are listed in the order determined by Kipling for the collection. Click here for a listing by first line, and here for a listing by title.
| Title | First line | Notes |
| Dedication. To the Seven Watchmen | Seven watchmen sitting in a tower |  |
| The Rowers | The banked oars fell an hundred strong | |
| The Veterans | Today, across our fathers’ graves | |
| The Declaration of London | We were all one heart and one race | |
| Ulster | The dark eleventh hour | |
| The Covenant | We thought we ranked above the chance of ill | |
| France [Prelude to France at War] | Broke to every known mischance, lifted over all | |
| For all we have and are (or ‘No easy hope’) | For all we have and are | |
| A Song in Storm (or ‘Fate’s Discourtesy’) | Be well assured that on our side | |
| The Outlaws | Through learned and laborious years | |
| Zion (or ‘The Doorkeepers of Zion’) | The Doorkeepers of Zion | |
| Lord Roberts (or, ‘When the Master Gunner Died’) | He passed in the very battle-smoke | |
| The Question (or ‘The Neutral’) | Brethren, how shall it fare with me | |
| The Choice (or ‘Hymn of the Free People’) | To the Judge of Right and Wrong | |
| The Holy War | A tinker out of Bedford | |
| The Houses (or; ‘In the House Militant’; or; ‘A Song of the Dominions’) | Twixt my house and thy house the pathway is broad | |
| Russia to the Pacifists | God rest you, peaceful gentlemen, let nothing you dismay | |
| The Irish Guards | We’re not so old in the Army List | |
| A Nativity | The Babe was laid in the Manger | |
| En-Dor | The road to En-dor is easy to tread | |
| A Recantation (or ‘To Lyde of the Music Halls’) | What boots it on the Gods to call? | |
| My Boy Jack | Have you news of my boy Jack?’ | |
| The Verdicts (or ‘Jutland’) | Not in the thick of the fight | |
| Mesopotamia | They shall not return to us, the resolute, the young | |
| The Hyaenas | After the burial-parties leave | |
| The Spies’ March | There are no leaders to lead us to honour, and yet without leaders we sally; | |
| The Sons of Martha | The Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they have inherited that good part; | |
| Mary’s Son (or Don’t Stop) | We counterfeited once for your disport | |
| The Song of the Lathes | The fans and the beltings they roar round me. | |
| Gethsemane | The Garden called Gethsemane | |
| The Pro-Consuls | The overfaithful sword returns the user | |
| The Craftsman | Once, after long-drawn revel at The Mermaid | |
| Things and the Man (In Memoriam – Joseph Chamberkain) | Oh ye who hold the written clue | |
| The Benefactors | Ah! What avails the classic bent | |
| The Dead King (or ‘Edward VII’) | Who in the Realm to-day lays down dear life for the sake of a land more dear? | |
| A Death-Bed | This is the State above the Law | |
| Gehazi | Whence comest thou, Gehazi | |
| The Virginity | Try as he will, no man breaks wholly loose | |
| A Pilgrim’s Way (Heading to ‘Up the River’) | I do not look for holy saints to guide me on my way | |
| The Oldest Song | These were never your true love’s eyes | |
| Natural Theology (chorus) | We had a kettle; we let it leak | |
| A Song at Cock-Crow (or ‘Ille Autem Iterum Negavit’) | The first time that Peter denièd his Lord | |
| The Female of the Species | When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride | |
| Epitaphs of the War | A. “I was a Have”. B. “I was a ‘Have-not'”. | |
| The City of Brass | In a land that the sand overlays – the way to her gates are untrod | |
| Justice | Across a world where all men grieve | |