Departmental Ditties and Ballads and Barrack Room BalladsDoubleday, Page & Company, 1908 - 207 strani |
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Babu BALLAD be'ind belts beneath best go look blood bloomin Boh Da Thone breast breath Bride bugle called Captain Clampherdown clear Colonel's curse Danny Deever dark dawn dead Death Delhi town Devil died Earth Er-Heb ere's eyes face fell fire Flag of England flame fled ford Fuzzy-Wuzzy Ghilzai Gods grey guard Gunga Gunga Din guns hand Harendra hath head heart Hills hold honour Jack Barrett jezail Johnnie Kabul river Kamal Khyber King knew knife Lalun laughed loot Lord maid Mandalay mare mist never night North o'er oont Pagett Peshawur plain Potiphar Red Horse ride road road to Mandalay Scindia shame Simla sing skipper smoke soldier soul sword swore Taman Tara Devi There's thou thrice to-day Tomlinson Tommy tonga-bar trail true love turn twain Twas wait watched wheel whisper Widow Widow at Windsor wind
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Stran 3 - Seat; But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth, When two strong men stand face to face, though they come from the ends of the earth!
Stran 106 - There are nine and sixty ways of constructing tribal lays, And — every — single — one — of— them — is — right!
Stran 193 - Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay!" Come you back to Mandalay, Where the old Flotilla lay: Can't you 'ear their paddles chunkin' from Rangoon to Mandalay? On the road to Mandalay, Where the flyin'-fishes play, An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay!
Stran 145 - is beer a score o' times,' said Files-onParade. ' 'E's drinkin' bitter beer alone,' the Colour-Sergeant said. They are hangin' Danny Deever, you must mark 'im to 'is place, For 'e shot a comrade sleepin'— you must look 'im in the face; Nine 'undred of 'is county an' the regiment's disgrace, While they're hangin
Stran 103 - Will-o'the-Wisp of Love. Will it see me safe through my journey or leave me bogged in the mire ? Since a puff of tobacco can cloud it, shall I follow the fitful fire ? Open the old cigar-box — let me consider anew — Old friends, and who is Maggie that I should abandon you ? A million surplus Maggies are willing to bear the yoke; And a woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a Smoke.
Stran 5 - There is rock to the left, and rock to the right, and low lean thorn between, And ye may hear a breech-bolt snick where never a man is seen.
Stran 102 - You did it, but was it Art?' We have learned to whittle the Eden Tree to the shape of a surplice-peg, We have learned to bottle our parents twain in the...
Stran 193 - Ship me somewheres east of Suez, where the best is like the worst, Where there aren't no Ten Commandments an...
Stran 152 - Regiment o' British Infantree! So 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, at your 'ome in the Soudan; You're a pore benighted 'eathen but a first-class fightin' man; An' 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, with your 'ayrick 'ead of 'air — You big black boundin...
Stran 150 - WE'VE fought with many men acrost the seas, An' some of 'em was brave an' some was not: The Paythan an' the Zulu an' Burmese; But the Fuzzy was the finest o