CONTENTS

Ballads

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,

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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,

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, .

IN THE NEOLITHIC AGE

In the Neolithic Age savage warfare did I wage,

THE LEGEND OF EVIL

This is the sorrowful story,

'CLEARED'

Help for a patriot distressed, a spotless spirit hurt,

THE ENGLISH FLAG

Winds of the World, give answer? They are whim-

pering to and fro—,

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,

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Barrack-Room Ballads

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,'

GUNGA DIN

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,

You may talk o' gin and beer,

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OONTS!

Wot makes the soldier's 'eart to penk, wot makes
him 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,

TROOPIN'

MANDALAY

By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to the

sea,

Troopin', troopin', troopin' to the sea,

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