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BARRACK-ROOM BALLADS

TO WOLCOTT BALESTIER.

Beyond the path of the outmost sun through utter darkness hurled,

TO T. A.

I have made for you a song,

1889-1891

BARRACK-ROOM BALLADS

DANNY DEEVER

"What are the bugles blowin' for?" said Files-on-Parade,

TOMMY

I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer,

"FUZZY-WUZZY"

We've fought with many men acrost the seas,

SOLDIER, SOLDIER .

"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,"

SCREW-GUNS .

Smokin' my pipe on the mountings, sniffin' the mornin' cool,

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CELLS

I've a head like a concertina: I've a tongue like a button-stick,

GUNGA DIN.

You may talk o' gin and beer,

OONTS.

Wot makes the soldier's 'eart to penk, wot makes 'im to perspire ?

LOOT

If you've ever stole a pheasant-egg be'ind the keeper's back,

"SNARLEYOW"

This 'appened in a battle to a batt'ry of the corps,

THE WIDOW AT WINDSOR

'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor ?

BELTS

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,

MANDALAY .

By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to the sea,

GENTLEMEN-RANKERS

To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned,

ROUTE MARCHIN'

We're marchin' on relief over Injia's sunny plains,

SHILLIN' A DAY

My name is O'Kelly, I've heard the Revelly,

OTHER VERSES

THE LAST SUTTEE

Udai Chand lay sick to death,

THE BALLAD OF THE KING'S MERCY

Abdhur Rahman, the Durani Chief, of him is the story told,

THE BALLAD OF EAST AND WEST

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Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,

THE BALLAD OF THE KING'S JEST

When spring-time flushes the desert grass,

THE BALLAD OF BOH DA THONE.
This is the ballad of Boh Da Thone,

WITH SCINDIA TO DELHI .

The wreath of banquet overnight lay withered on the neck,

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THE LAMENT OF THE BORDER CATTLE

THIEF

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O woe is me for the merry life,

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THE RHYME OF THE THREE CAPTAINS

At the close of a winter day,

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THE BALLAD OF THE "CLAMPHERDOWN"

It was our war-ship Clampherdown,

THE BALLAD OF THE "BOLIVAR"

Seven men from all the world back to Docks again,

EVARRA AND HIS GODS.

Read here: This is the story of Evarra-man

THE LEGEND OF EVIL
This is the sorrowful story,

THE CONUNDRUM OF THE WORKSHOPS.

When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold,

"CLEARED".

Help for a patriot distressed, a spotless spirit hurt,

AN IMPERIAL RESCRIPT.

Now this is the tale of the Council the German Kaiser decreed,

THE ENGLISH FLAG

Winds of the World, give answer! They are whimpering to and fro,

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TOMLINSON

Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square,

L'ENVOI TO "LIFE'S HANDICAP".

My new-cut ashlar takes the light,

L'ENVOI .

There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield,

THE COASTWISE LIGHTS

Our brows are bound with spindrift and the weed is on our knees,

THE SONG OF THE DEAD

Hear now the Song of the Dead—in the North by the torn berg-edges,

THE DEEP-SEA CABLES

The wrecks dissolve above us; their dust drops down from afar,

THE SONG OF THE SONS

One from the ends of the earth-gifts at an open door-,

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