Author: Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)

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A Dead Statesman (I could not dig: I dared not rob) - N. Rorem *
Alone upon the housetops to the North
F. Ayres: The Song of the Panthan Girl
P. Grainger, C. Ives: The love song of Har Dyal

And the Only Son lay down again and dreamed that he dreamed a dream
P. Grainger: The Only Son

As the dawn was breaking the Sambhur belled
P. Grainger: The hunting-song of the Seeonee Pack

Berceuse Phoque (Dors, mon baby, la nuit est derrière nous) - C. Koechlin FRE
By the Hoof of the Wild Goat uptossed
P. Grainger: The fall of the stone

By the old Moulmein Pagoda lookin' eastward to the sea
H. Richardson: Mandalay
O. Speaks: On the Road to Mandalay

Chanson de nuit: Dans la jungle (Chil, vautour conduit les pas de la nuit) - C. Koechlin ENG FRE
Chant de Kala Nag (Je me souviens de qui je fus..) - C. Koechlin FRE
Chil le vautour (Chil, vautour conduit les pas de la nuit) - M. Delage ENG FRE
Chil, vautour conduit les pas de la nuit ENG FRE
C. Koechlin: Chanson de nuit: Dans la jungle
M. Delage: Chil le vautour

Danny Deever (What are the bugles blowin' for? said Files-on-Parade ) - W. Damrosch, G. Bachlund, P. Bellamy, G. Cobb, H. Dixon, P. Grainger, E. Nevin, W. Ward-Higgs, A. Whiting
Dors, mon baby, la nuit est derrière nous FRE
C. Koechlin: Berceuse Phoque
M. Delage: Maktah

For our white and our excellent nights - for the nights of swift running
P. Grainger: Red dog

From the Unpublished Papers of McIntosh Jallaludin (By the Hoof of the Wild Goat uptossed)
P. Grainger: The fall of the stone

Gentlemen Menige (Til de tabtes Legioner, de forbandedes Kohort) - E. Grieg ENG NOR
Gentlemen-Rankers (To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned) NOR
Gethsemane (The Garden called Gethsemane) - G. Bachlund
God of our fathers, known of old
P. Grainger: Recessional

Hear now the Song of the Dead
C. Ives: The Song of the Dead

I could not dig: I dared not rob *
N. Rorem: A Dead Statesman

I met my mates in the morning and oh, but I am old
P. Grainger: The beaches of Lukannon

I will let loose against you the fleet-footed vines
P. Grainger: Mowgli's song against people

I’ve never sailed the Amazon
E. German: Rolling down to Rio

Je me souviens de qui je fus.. FRE
C. Koechlin: Chant de Kala Nag

Maktah (Dors, mon baby, la nuit est derrière nous) - M. Delage FRE
Mandalay (By the old Moulmein Pagoda lookin' eastward to the sea) - H. Richardson
Morning song in the jungle (One moment past our bodies cast) - P. Grainger
Mowgli's song against people (I will let loose against you the fleet-footed vines) - P. Grainger
Night-song in the jungle (Now Chil the Kite brings home the night) - P. Grainger FRE
Non Nobis, Domine *
R. Quilter: Non Nobis, Domine!

Non Nobis, Domine! (Non Nobis, Domine) - R. Quilter *
Now Chil the Kite brings home the night FRE
P. Grainger: Night-song in the jungle

On the Road to Mandalay (By the old Moulmein Pagoda lookin' eastward to the sea) - O. Speaks
One moment past our bodies cast
P. Grainger: Morning song in the jungle

Pit where the buffalo cooled his hide
P. Grainger: The Peora hunt

Recessional (God of our fathers, known of old) - P. Grainger
Red dog (For our white and our excellent nights - for the nights of swift running) - P. Grainger
Rolling down to Rio (I’ve never sailed the Amazon) - E. German
She dropped the bar, she shot the bolt, she fed the fire anew
P. Grainger: The Only Son

The beaches of Lukannon (I met my mates in the morning and oh, but I am old) - P. Grainger
The fall of the stone (By the Hoof of the Wild Goat uptossed) - P. Grainger
The Five Nations (God of our fathers, known of old)
P. Grainger: Recessional

The Garden called Gethsemane
G. Bachlund: Gethsemane

The hunting-song of the Seeonee Pack (As the dawn was breaking the Sambhur belled) - P. Grainger
The Inuit (The People of the Eastern Ice, they are melting like the snow) - P. Grainger
The lark will make her hymn to God
C. Ives: The only son

The love song of Har Dyal (Alone upon the housetops to the North) - P. Grainger, C. Ives
The Only Son (She dropped the bar, she shot the bolt, she fed the fire anew ) - P. Grainger
The only son (The lark will make her hymn to God) - C. Ives
The People of the Eastern Ice, they are melting like the snow
P. Grainger: The Inuit

The Peora hunt (Pit where the buffalo cooled his hide) - P. Grainger
The running of Shindand (There's a convict more in the Central Jail) - P. Grainger
The Song of the Dead (Hear now the Song of the Dead) - C. Ives
The Song of the Panthan Girl (Alone upon the housetops to the North) - F. Ayres
There's a convict more in the Central Jail
P. Grainger: The running of Shindand

Tiger! Tiger! (What of the hunting, hunter bold) - P. Grainger
Til de tabtes Legioner, de forbandedes Kohort ENG NOR
E. Grieg: Gentlemen Menige

To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned NOR
What are the bugles blowin' for? said Files-on-Parade
W. Damrosch, G. Bachlund, P. Bellamy, G. Cobb, H. Dixon, P. Grainger, E. Nevin, W. Ward-Higgs, A. Whiting: Danny Deever

What of the hunting, hunter bold
P. Grainger: Tiger! Tiger!

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