Departmental Ditties, Barrack-room Ballads, and Other VersesUnited States book Company, 1890 - 270 стор. |
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Departmental ditties: Barrack-room ballads and other verses. The five ... Rudyard Kipling Повний перегляд - 1903 |
Departmental ditties: Barrack-room ballads and other verses. The five ... Rudyard Kipling Повний перегляд - 1903 |
Departmental Ditties: Barrack-Room Ballads and Other Verses. the Five ... Rudyard Kipling,Charles Wolcott Balestier Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2018 |
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Anne of Austria BARRACK-ROOM BALLADS be'ind beer belts beneath best go look bloomin Boanerges Blitzen Boffkin dance Danny Deever dawn dead dear Delilah Devil drink ere's eyes fight Fuzzy Fuzzy Wuzzy galley Gauri Gods in lands goin gold Gunga Gunga Din guns hangin head heart India Jack Barrett Jakko Hill jezail kiss knew Kolazai loot Lulu Maggie maid Maker of Gods Mashobra mock neath never o'er old sake's sake oont Overland Mail Pagett Poor beggars Potiphar Potiphar Gubbins praised Quetta road to Mandalay row in Silver Sergeant Shikaris Silver Street Simla sing Sleary smoke soldier soul story of Evarra Subadar Prag Tewarri Tara Devi thee There's toil told Tommy tonga tonga-bar toot troopin true love turn Twas Ulysses village wait watched we're goin wheel Widow at Windsor wife wonder young Yusufzai
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Сторінка 15 - 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 233 - 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 88 - 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
Сторінка 93 - eathen idol's foot; Bloomin' idol made o' mud — Wot they called the Great Gawd Budd — Plucky lot she cared for idols when I kissed 'er where she stud! On the road to Mandalay . . . When the mist was on the rice-fields an' the sun was droppin' slow, She'd git 'er little banjo an
Сторінка 63 - 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 101 - If your officer's dead and the sergeants look white, Remember it's ruin to run from a fight : So take open order, lie down, and sit tight, And wait for supports like a soldier. Wait, wait, wait like a soldier . . . When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains, And the women come out to cut up what remains, Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains An' go to your Gawd like a soldier.
Сторінка 257 - It's human, but is it Art?' The tale is as old as the Eden Tree — and new as the new-cut tooth — For each man knows ere his lip-thatch grows he is master of Art and Truth; And each man hears as the twilight nears, to the beat of his dying heart, The Devil drum on the darkened pane: 'You did it, but was it Art?
Сторінка 3 - I have eaten your bread and salt, I have drunk your water and wine ; The deaths ye died I have watched beside, And the lives ye led were mine. Was there aught that I did not share In vigil or toil or ease — One joy or woe that I did not know, Dear hearts across the seas...
Сторінка 256 - They builded a tower to shiver the sky and wrench the stars apart, Till the Devil grunted behind the bricks: " It's striking, but is it art?