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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
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3
Udai Chand lay sick to death, .
12
THE BALLAD OF THE KING'S MERCY
Abdhur Rahman, the Durani Chief, of him is the
The wreath of banquet overnight lay withered on the
neck, .
31
THE RHYME OF THE THREE CAPTAINS
At the close of a winter day,
THE BALLAD OF THE CLAMPHERDOWN'
56
It was our war-ship 'Clampherdown,'
64
THE BALLAD OF THE BOLIVAR'
Seven men from all the world, back to docks again,
69
THE DOVE OF DACCA
The freed dove flew to the Rajah's tower-
THE EXPLANATION
888
Love and Death once ceased their strife,
90
AN ANSWER
A rose, in tatters on the garden path,
THE GIFT OF THE SEA
The dead child lay in the shroud,
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, .
100
IN THE NEOLITHIC AGE
In the Neolithic Age savage warfare did I wage,
104
THE LEGEND OF EVIL
This is the sorrowful story,
107
THE ENGLISH FLAG
Winds of the World, give answer? They are whim-
pering to and fro-,
III
'CLEARED'
Help for a patriot distressed, a spotless spirit hurt, .
117
AN IMPERIAL RESCRIPT
Now this is the tale of the Council the German Kaiser
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,
143
TOMMY
I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer,
146
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,
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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,
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'SNARLEYOW'
This 'appened in a battle to a batt'ry of the corps,
175
THE WIDOW AT WINDSOR
'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor,
179
BELTS
There was a row in Silver Street that's near to Dublin
Quay, .
182
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,
190
TROOPIN'
Troopin', troopin', troopin' to the sea,
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