And Leslie Fish did a nice setting of Rudyard Kipling's poem "Lalage" from Puck of Pook's Hill:
When I left Rome for Lalage's sake
By the Legions' Road to Rimini,
She vowed her heart was mine to take
With me and my shield to Rimini—
(Till the Eagles flew from Rimini!)
And I've tramped Britain and I've tramped Gaul
And the Pontic shore where the snow-flakes fall
As white as the neck of Lalage—
As cold as the heart of Lalage!
And I've lost Britain and I've lost Gaul,'
'And I've lost Rome, and worst of all,
I've lost Lalage!'
This makes a wonderful tune for long-distance tramping, by the way.