Rustum Beg of Kolazai-slightly backward Native State- Seven men from all the world back to Docks again, Sez the Junior Orderly Sergeant She dropped the bar, she shot the bolt, she fed the fire anew, Shiv, who poured the harvest and made the winds to blow, Singer and tailor am I— Smokin' my pipe on the mountings, sniffin' the mornin' cool, Smells are surer than sounds or sights So here's your Empire. No more wine, then? So we settled it all when the storm was done. So long as 'neath the Kalka hills Good.. PAGE 9 226 555 156 448 702 691 737 541 458 78 66 606 Soldier, soldier come from the wars, 457 South and far south below the Line, 755 Speakin' in general, I 'ave tried 'em all— "Stopped in the straight when the race was his own! Strangers drawn from the ends of the earth, jewelled and plumed The Celt in all his variants from Builth to Bally-hoo, The 'eathen in 'is blindness bows down to wood an' stone; 513 The eldest son bestrides him, 77 The fans and the beltings they roar round me. 357 The fear was on the cattle, for the gale was on the sea,. 145 The first time that Peter denied his Lord 374 The Four Archangels, so the legends tell, 582 The gull shall whistle in his wake, the blind wave break in fire. The King has called for priest and cup, The lark will make her hymn to God, The Law whereby my lady moves . 175 623 520 430 60- 698 The Liner she's a lady, an' she never looks nor 'eeds- The men that fought at Minden, they was rookies in their time- The overfaithful sword returns the user The People of the Eastern Ice, they are melting like the snow 181 498 123 709 The road to En-dor is easy to tread The smoke upon your Altar dies, The Soldier may forget his Sword, The Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they have inherited that good The Word came down to Dives in Torment where he lay: The wreath of banquet overnight lay withered on the neck, There are no leaders to lead us to honour, and yet without leaders we 320 574 286 199 752 There is a word you often see, pronounce it as you may- There was a row in Silver Street that's near to Dublin Quay, 472 605 PAGE There was darkness under Heaven There was never a Queen like Balkis, . There was no one like 'im, 'Orse or Foot, There was Rundle, Station Master, There were thirty million English who talked of England's might, There's a convict more in the Central Jail, There's a Legion that never was 'listed, There's a little red-faced man, There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, "There's no sense in going further-it's the edge of cultivation," 314 These are the Four that are never content, that have never been filled since the Dews began- 707 These were my companions going forth by night- "These were never your true love's eyes.. These were our children who died for our lands: they were dear in our They bear, in place of classic names, 597 181 587 They burnt a corpse upon the sand- They christened my brother of old- 575 339 They killed a child to please the Gods They shall not return to us, the resolute, the young. 634 346 They shut the road through the woods This 'appened in a battle to a batt'ry of the corps This fell when dinner-time was done- This I saw when the rites were done, . This is our lot if we live so long and labour unto the end— 557 73 603 368 This is the mouth-filling song of the race that was run by a Boomer.. Thrones, Powers, Dominions, Peoples, Kings, 612 Through learned and laborious years 370 Through the Plagues of Egyp' we was chasin' Arabi, 511 Thus said the Lord in the Vault above the Cherubim, To the Judge of Right and Wrong To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned, To-day across our fathers' graves, . To-night, God knows what thing shall tide, "Tommy" you was when it began, 483 351 522 Troopin', troopin', troopin' to the sea; Truly ye come of The Blood; slower to bless than to ban, "Twas Fultah Fisher's boarding-house, 'Twas not while England's sword unsheathed Twenty bridges from Tower to Kew.. "Twixt my house and thy house the pathway is broad, Until thy feet have trod the Road Unto whose use the pregnant suns are poised, Valour and Innocence Veil them, cover them, wall them round- We are very slightly changed We be the Gods of the East— . We have no heart for the fishing, we have no hand for the oar- We knew thee of old, We lent to Alexander the strength of Hercules, We meet in an evil land We thought we ranked above the chance of ill. We were all one heart and one race We were taken from the ore-bed and the mine, We're foot-slog-slog-slog-sloggin' over Africa!. We're not so old in the Army List, We're marchin' on relief over Injia's sunny plains, We've drunk to the Queen-God bless her!- We've fought with many men acrost the seas, We've got the cholerer in camp—it's worse than forty fights; We've rode and fought and ate and drunk as rations come to hand, We've sent our little Cupids all ashore- . "What are the bugles blowin' for?" said Files-on-Parade. What boots it on the Gods to call? "What have we ever done to bear this grudge?". What is a woman that you forsake her, What is the moral? Who rides may read. What of the hunting, hunter bold? “What's that that hirples at my side?' When a lover hies abroad,. When all the world would keep a matter hid, When by the labour of my 'ands When Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried, When first by Eden Tree, When, foot to wheel and back to wind, 193 When I left Rome for Lalage's sake 617 When I was King and a Mason—a Master proven and skilled- 438 When Julius Fabricius, Sub-Prefect of the Weald, PAGE 666 When Horse and Rider each can trust the other everywhere, When Rome was rotten-ripe to her fall, 756 When spring-time flushes the desert grass, 283 When that great Kings return to clay, 239 When the 'arf-made recruity goes out to the East 474 When the cabin port-holes are dark and green 669 When the darkened Fifties dip to the North, 103 When the drums begin to beat . . 730 When the earth was sick and the skies were grey, 573 When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold,. 386 When the Great Ark, in Vigo Bay, 620 When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride, When the Waters were dried an' the Earth did appear,. 494 When ye say to Tabaqui, "My Brother!" when ye call the Hyena to meat, 710 When you've shouted "Rule Britannia," when you've sung "God save Where the East wind is brewed fresh and fresh every morning, Who hath desired the Sea?-the sight of salt water unbounded—- Will you conquer my heart with your beauty, my soul going out from 601 256 249 26 Winds of the World, give answer! They are whimpering to and fro- 252 277 Yearly, with tent and rifle, our careless white men go |