Ballads and Barrack-room BalladsMacmillan, 1893 - 217 oldal |
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ain't Ao-Safai BALLAD BARRACK-ROOM BALLADS be'ind beggar Belts beneath best go look Bisesa blood bloomin Blow the bugle Boh Da Thone Bolivar Captain Colonel's Copyright curse Dacca Danny Deever dark dawn dead dear lass death Delhi town Devil drunk and resisting English Er-Heb ere's Evarra eyes fell fire Flag of England flame ford Fuzzy-Wuzzy goin grey Gunga Gunga Din guns hangin head heart Hell honour jezail Johnnie Kabul river Kamal Khyber King Kysh Lalun laughed loot Lord Macmillan marchin mare mist mornin never night old trail oont orses Peshawur Priests Queen Red Horse resisting the Guard road to Mandalay row in Silver Scindia shame skipper soul stars sword Taman There's thou to-day Tommy toot troopin true love Twas Unlighted Shrine war-ship Clampherdown we're goin wheel Widow at Windsor Widow give wind young British soldier
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3. oldal - Seat; But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth, When two strong men stand face to face, though they come from the ends of the earth!
149. oldal - For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Chuck him out, the brute!' But it's "Saviour of 'is country" when the guns begin to shoot; An' it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' anything you please; An' Tommy ain'ta bloomin' fool — you bet that Tommy sees!
145. oldal - What's that so black agin the sun ?" said Files-on-Parade. "It's Danny fightin' '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,
5. oldal - The Colonel's son to the Fort has won, they bid him stay to eat — Who rides at the tail of a Border thief, he sits not long at his meat.
11. oldal - Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat...
191. oldal - I seed her first a-smokin' of a whackin' white cheroot, An' a-wastin' Christian kisses on an '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
150. oldal - 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
145. oldal - They are hangin' Danny Deever, you must mark 'im to 'is place, For 'e shot a comrade sleepin' — you must look 'im in the face; Nine 'undred of 'is county an' the regiment's disgrace, While they're hangin
164. oldal - E would dot an' carry one Till the longest day was done; An' 'e didn't seem to know the use o' fear. If we charged or broke or cut, You could bet your bloomin' nut, 'E'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank rear.
113. oldal - From The Virgins my mid-sea course was ta'en "Over a thousand islands lost in an idle main, " Where the sea-egg flames on the coral and the long-backed breakers croon "Their endless ocean legends to the lazy, locked lagoon.