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THE WRITINGS IN PROSE AND VERSE OF RUDYARD KIPLING
By Rudyard Kipling
Followed by first lines
TO WOLCOTT BALESTIER
Beyond the path of the outmost sun through utter darkness hurled --
To T. A.
I have made for you a song,
"What are the bugles blowin' for?" said Files-on-Parade.
I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer,
We've fought with many men acrost the seas,
"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
Smokin' my pipe on the mountings, sniffin' the mornin' cool,
I've a head like a concertina: I've a tongue like a button-stick:
You may talk o' gin and beer
Wot makes the soldier's 'eart to penk, wot makes 'im to perspire?
If you've ever stole a pheasant-egg be'ind the keeper's back,
This 'appened in a battle to a batt'ry of the corps,
THE WIDOW AT WINDSOR
'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor?
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,
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to the sea,
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,
To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned,
We're marchin' on relief over Injia's sunny plains,
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