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Barrack-room Ballads: Departmental Ditties and Other Verses
Predogled ni na voljo - 1898
BALLADS beggars belts beneath better boys bring called City clear comes Danny dead Death died drink drop Earth eyes face fall fight follow fool forget gave give Gods gold Gunga guns half hand head hear heart Hills hold Home horse India it's Jemadar keep King Kipling knew land leave light lived look loot Lord Mandalay March meet mother never night North once oont pass play poor praised rest road serve side silver Simla sing soldier soul stand story Street talk tell There's things Three Till to-day told Tommy took trees true turn understand village wait watched wheel Widow wife wonder wrote young
Stran 231 - If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe — Such boasting as the Gentiles use, Or lesser breeds without the Law — Lord God of hosts, be with us yet, Lest wo forget — lest we forget!
Stran 50 - 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 23 - er arm upon my shoulder an' 'er cheek agin' my cheek We useter watch the steamers an' the hathis pilin' teak. Elephints a-pilin' teak In the sludgy, squdgy creek, Where the silence 'ung that 'eavy you was 'arf afraid to speak!
Stran 230 - The tumult and the shouting dies — The captains and the kings depart — Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart.
Stran 22 - BY the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to the sea, There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks o' me; For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the templebells they say : " Come you back, you British soldier ; come you back to Mandalay!
Stran 193 - 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 ix - Danny Deever, you can hear the Dead March play, The regiment's in 'ollow square — they're hangin' him to-day; They've taken of his buttons off an' cut his stripes away, An' they're hangin
Stran 17 - You may talk o' gin and beer When you're quartered safe out 'ere, An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot it; But when it comes to slaughter You will do your work on water, An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it, Now in Injia's sunny clime, Where I used to spend my time A-servin...
Stran xvii - 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
Stran xviii - ills, The Boers knocked us silly at a mile, The Burman give us Irriwaddy chills, An' a Zulu impi dished us up in style: But all we ever got from such as they Was pop to what the Fuzzy made us swaller; We 'eld our bloomin' own, the papers say, But man for man the Fuzzy knocked us 'oiler.