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... trail again ! Ha ' done with the Tents of Shem , dear lass , We've seen the seasons through , And it's time to turn on the old trail , 230 L'ENVOI There's a whisper down the field where the year shot her yield, PAGE.
... trail again ! Ha ' done with the Tents of Shem , dear lass , We've seen the seasons through , And it's time to turn on the old trail , 230 L'ENVOI There's a whisper down the field where the year shot her yield, PAGE.
Page 240
... trail , the out trail , Pull out , pull out , on the Long Trail - the trail that is always new . Of It's North you may run to the rime - ringed sun Or South to the blind Horn's hate ; Or East all the way into Mississippi Bay , Or West ...
... trail , the out trail , Pull out , pull out , on the Long Trail - the trail that is always new . Of It's North you may run to the rime - ringed sun Or South to the blind Horn's hate ; Or East all the way into Mississippi Bay , Or West ...
Page 241
... trail , our own trail , the out trail From Cadiz Bar on the Long Trail - the trail that is always new . There be triple ways to take , of the eagle or the snake , Or the way of a man with a maid ; But the sweetest way to me is a ship ...
... trail , our own trail , the out trail From Cadiz Bar on the Long Trail - the trail that is always new . There be triple ways to take , of the eagle or the snake , Or the way of a man with a maid ; But the sweetest way to me is a ship ...
Page 242
... trail , our own trail , the out trail , We're backing down on the Long Trail-- the trail that is always new . O the mutter overside , when the port - fog holds us tied , And the sirens hoot their dread ! When foot by foot we creep o'er ...
... trail , our own trail , the out trail , We're backing down on the Long Trail-- the trail that is always new . O the mutter overside , when the port - fog holds us tied , And the sirens hoot their dread ! When foot by foot we creep o'er ...
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... trail , our own trail , the out trail , And the Gull Light lifts on the Long Trail -the trail that is always new . O the blazing tropic night , when the wake's a welt of light That holds the hot sky tame , And the steady fore - foot ...
... trail , our own trail , the out trail , And the Gull Light lifts on the Long Trail -the trail that is always new . O the blazing tropic night , when the wake's a welt of light That holds the hot sky tame , And the steady fore - foot ...
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ain't Ao-Safai BALLAD be'ind beggar Belts beneath best go look Bisesa blood bloomin Blow the bugle Boh Da Thone Bolivar Captain Colonel's curse Danny Deever dark dawn dead dear lass death Delhi town Devil drunk and resisting English Library Er-Heb ere's Evarra eyes fire Flag of England ford Francs per volume Fuzzy-Wuzzy goin Gunga Gunga Din guns hangin heart HELEN MATHERS Hell honour J. M. BARRIE Johnnie Kabul river Kamal Khyber King Kysh loot Lord LUCAS MALET marchin mare mist Molly Bawn mornin never night old trail oont orses Priests Queen Red Horse resisting the Guard road to Mandalay row in Silver RUDYARD KIPLING Scindia screw-guns skipper soul stars story sword tale Taman There's thou thrice to-day Tommy troopin true love Twas Unlighted Shrine W. D. HOWELLS wheel Widow at Windsor Widow give wind
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Page 94 - Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment 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!
Page 28 - 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
Page 13 - 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.
Page 59 - When the mist was on the rice-fields an' the sun was droppin' slow, She'd git 'er little banjo an' she'd sing 'Kulla-lo-lo!' With 'er arm upon my shoulder an' 'er cheek agin my cheek We useter watch the steamers an' the hathis pilin
Page 85 - And he has lifted the Colonel's mare that is the Colonel's pride: He has lifted her out of the stable-door between the dawn and the day, And turned the calkins upon her feet, and ridden her far away. Then up and spoke the Colonel's son that led a troop of the Guides : ' Is there never a man of all my men can say where Kamal hides...
Page 72 - We're poor little lambs who've lost our way, Baa! Baa! Baa! We're little black sheep who've gone astray, Baa — aa — aa! Gentlemen-rankers out on the spree, Damned from here to Eternity, God ha
Page 26 - 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...
Page 12 - 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
Page 4 - is coffin on the ground; An' 'e'll swing in 'arf a minute for a sneakin' shootin' hound — O they're hangin' Danny Deever in the mornin'! '"Is cot was right-'and cot to mine," said Files-onParade. "E's sleepin' out an' far to-night," the ColourSergeant said. "I've drunk 'is beer a score o' times," said Files-onParade. "E's drinkin' bitter beer alone," the Colour-Sergeant said. They are hangin...
Page 29 - e's kickin' all around: "For Gawd's sake git the water, Gunga Din!" "E carried me away To where a dooli lay, An' a bullet come an' drilled the beggar clean. 'E put me safe inside, An' just before 'e died, "I 'ope you liked your drink,