Content : Somervell Arthur In Summertime on BredonInto my heart an Air that killsLoveliest of Trees the Cherry NowOn the Idle Hill of SummerThe Lads in their hundredsThe Street Sounds to the Soldiers' TreadThere Pass the Careless PeopleThink no more Lad laugh be jollyWhen I Was One and twentyWhite in the Moon the Long Road Lies |