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Title: Verses 1889-1896

Author: Rudyard Kipling

Release Date: June 29, 2008 [EBook #323]

Language: English

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THE WRITINGS IN PROSE AND VERSE OF RUDYARD KIPLING

By Rudyard Kipling

VOLUME XI.

1889-1896

CONTENTS

Followed by first lines

BARRACK-ROOM BALLADS

1889-1891

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,