TO WOLCOTT BALESTIER Beyond the path of the outmost sun through utter darkness hurled —
BARRACK-ROOM BALLADS
To T. A. I have made for you a song,
DANNY DEEVER “What are the bugles blowin' for?” said Files-on-Parade.
TOMMY I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer,
“FUZZY-WUZZY” We've fought with many men acrost the seas,
SOLDIER, SOLDIER “Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
SCREW-GUNS Smokin' my pipe on the mountings, sniffin' the mornin' cool,
CELLS I've a head like a concertina: I've a tongue like a button-stick:
GUNGA DIN You may talk o' gin and beer
OONTS Wot makes the soldier's 'eart to penk, wot makes 'im to perspire?
LOOT If you've ever stole a pheasant-egg be'ind the keeper's back,
“SNARLEYOW” This 'appened in a battle to a batt'ry of the corps,
THE WIDOW AT WINDSOR 'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor?
BELTS There was a row in Silver Street that's near to Dublin Quay,
THE YOUNG BRITISH SOLDIER When the 'arf-made recruity goes out to the East,
MANDALAY By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to the sea,
TROOPIN' Troopin', troopin', troopin' to the sea,
THE WIDOW'S PARTY “Where have you been this while away?”
FORD O' KABUL RIVER Kabul town's by Kabul river,
GENTLEMEN-RANKERS To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned,
ROUTE MARCHIN' We're marchin' on relief over Injia's sunny plains,
SHILLIN' A DAY My name is O'Kelly, I've heard the Revelly,
OTHER VERSES
THE BALLAD OF EAST AND WEST Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,
THE LAST SUTTEE Udai Chand lay sick to death,
THE BALLAD OF THE KING'S MERCY Abdhur Rahman, the Durani Chief, of him is the story told,
THE BALLAD OF THE KING'S JEST When spring-time flushes the desert grass,
WITH SCINDIA TO DELHI The wreath of banquet overnight lay withered on the neck,
THE BALLAD OF BOH DA THONE This is the ballad of Boh Da Thone,
THE LAMENT OF THE BORDER CATTLE THIEF O woe is me for the merry life,
THE RHYME OF THE THREE CAPTAINS . . . At the close of a winter day,
THE BALLAD OF THE “CLAMPHERDOWN” It was our war-ship Clampherdown,
THE BALLAD OF THE “BOLIVAR” Seven men from all the world back to Docks again,
THE SACRIFICE OF ER-HEB Er-Heb beyond the Hills of Ao-Safai,
THE EXPLANATION Love and Death once ceased their strife,
THE GIFT OF THE SEA The dead child lay in the shroud,
EVARRA AND HIS GODS Read here: This is the story of Evarra — man —,
THE CONUNDRUM OF THE WORKSHOPS When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold,
THE LEGEND OF EVIL This is the sorrowful story,
THE ENGLISH FLAG Winds of the World, give answer! They are whimpering to and fro,
“CLEARED” Help for a patriot distressed, a spotless spirit hurt,
AN IMPERIAL RESCRIPT Now this is the tale of the Council the German Kaiser decreed,
TOMLINSON Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square,
L'ENVOI TO “LIFE'S HANDICAP” My new-cut ashlar takes the light,
L'ENVOI There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield,
[In India, the swastika is an ancient symbol of good fortune. Kipling frequently used the swastika in this context.]
THE SEVEN SEAS 1891-1896
DEDICATION The Cities are full of pride,
THE SEVEN SEAS
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!
FROM “MANY INVENTIONS”.
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
Thy face is far from this our war,
FROM “MANY INVENTIONS”.
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,
BARRACK-ROOM BALLADS
“BACK TO THE ARMY AGAIN” I'm 'ere in a ticky ulster an' a broken billycock 'at,
“BIRDS OF PREY” MARCH March! The mud is cakin' good about our trousies,
“SOLDIER AN' SAILOR TOO” As I was spitting 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 When Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried,
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