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answer BALLAD bear belts beneath Blow break called Captain carried City clear comes dark dawn dead Death Devil died drink dropped Earth East English eyes face fall fear feet fell fight fire follow ford friends gave give Gods Guard guns hand head hear heard heart held Hills hold honour Horse hundred it's Johnnie Kabul keep King knew land leave light look loot Lord lost meet never night North once passed plain play Queen rest river road rose serve silver sing soldier soul stand star sword tale talk tell There's things thou thought Till told Tomlinson Tommy took true turn village wait watched wheel Widow wife wind young
Сторінка 195 - Ship me somewheres east of Suez, where the best is like the worst, Where there aren't no Ten Commandments an...
Сторінка 105 - Open the old cigar-box — let me consider anew — Old friends, and who is Maggie that I should abandon you? A million surplus Maggies are willing to bear the yoke ; And a woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a Smoke.
Сторінка 152 - 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
Сторінка 147 - ard for life," the Colour-Sergeant said. "What's that that whimpers over'ead?" said Files-on-Parade. "It's Danny's soul that's passin' now," the Colour-Sergeant said. For they're done with Danny Deever, you can 'ear the quickstep play, The regiment's in column, an' they're marchin' us away; Ho! the young recruits are shakin', an' they'll want their beer to-day, After hangin
Сторінка 25 - There were two men in one city ; the one rich, and the other poor. The rich man had exceeding many flocks and herds: but the poor man had nothing, save one little ewe lamb, which he had bought and nourished up : and it grew up together with him, and with his children; it did eat of his own meat, and drank of his own cup, and lay in his bosom, and was unto him...
Сторінка 146 - What makes the rear-rank breathe so 'ard?' said Files-on-Parade. 'It's bitter cold, it's bitter cold,
Сторінка 131 - Tomlinson gave up the ghost at his house in Berkeley Square, And a Spirit came to his bedside and gripped him by the hair — A Spirit gripped him by the hair and carried him far away, Till he heard as the roar of a rain-fed ford the roar of the Milky Way: Till he heard the roar of the Milky Way die down and drone and cease, And they came to the Gate within the Wall where Peter holds the keys. 'Stand up, stand up now, Tomlinson, and answer loud and high 'The good that ye did for the sake of men or...
Сторінка 194 - An' the sunshine an' the palm-trees an' the tinkly temple-bells; On the road to Mandalay . . . I am sick o' wastin' leather on these gritty pavin'-stones, An' the blasted Henglish drizzle wakes the fever in my bones; Tho' I walks with fifty 'ousemaids outer Chelsea to the Strand, An' they talks a lot o' lovin', but wot do they understand?