Poems, Ballads, and Other Verses ...H. M. Caldwell Company, 1899 - 176 strani |
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ain't be'ind beer beggar belts beneath best foot best go look bloomin Blow the bugle Boanerges Blitzen Boffkin Boh Da Thone called Captain Clampherdown curse Danny Deever dark dawn dead Death Delilah Devil draw the sword ere's eyes fight fightin fire Flag of England fool Fuzzy-Wuzzy goin Gunga Gunga Din guns H. M. Caldwell hangin head heard heart Hills honor Jack Barrett jezail Kabul river King kiss knew Kolazai Little Tin Gods loot Lord love the screw-guns Lulu marchin mornin never night o'er oont orses Pagett Peshawur plain Potiphar Potiphar Gubbins Queen Quetta road to Mandalay row in Silver Simla sing Sleary Snarleyow soul tale There's thou to-day Tomlinson looked Tommy tonga-bar toot troopin true love turn Twas Ulysses wait watched we're goin wheel Widow at Windsor wind young British soldier
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Stran 20 - There were two men in one city ; the one rich, and the other poor. The rich man had exceeding many flocks and herds: but the poor man had nothing, save one little ewe lamb, which he had bought and nourished up : and it grew up together with him, and with his children; it did eat of his own meat, and drank of his own cup, and lay in his bosom, and was unto him...
Stran 151 - 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 53 - The tumult and the shouting dies; The captains and the kings depart; Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart: Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget!
Stran 54 - If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe, Such boastings as the Gentiles use, Or lesser breeds without the Law— Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget— left we forget!
Stran 17 - 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 102 - em was brave an' some was not. The Paythan an' the Zulu an' Burmese; But the Fuzzy was the finest o' the lot. We never got a ha'porth's change of 'im: 'E squatted in the scrub an...
Stran 113 - is dirty 'ide 'E was white, clear white, inside When 'e went to tend the wounded under fire! It was 'Din! Din! Din!' With the bullets kickin
Stran 112 - E would dot an' carry one Till the longest day was done; An' 'e didn't seem to know the use o' fear. If we charged or broke or cut, You could bet your bloomin' nut, 'E'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank rear.
Stran 69 - From the Virgins my mid-sea course was ta'en " Over a thousand islands lost in an idle main, " Where the sea-egg flames on the coral and the long-backed breakers croon " Their endless ocean legends to the lazy, locked lagoon.
Stran 14 - Twas only by favour of mine,' quoth he, 'ye rode so long alive : There was not a rock for twenty mile, there was not a clump of tree, But covered a man of my own men with his rifle cocked on his knee.