Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

To Thomas Atkins - Poem by Rudyard Kipling

PRELUDE TO "BARRACK-ROOM BALLADS"

I have made for you a song
And it may be right or wrong,
But only you can tell me if it's true.
I have tried for to explain
Both your pleasure and your pain,
And, Thomas, here's my best respects to you!

O there'll surely come a day
When they'll give you all your pay,
And treat you as a Christian ought to do;
So, until that day comes round,
Heaven keep you safe and sound,
And, Thomas, here's my best respects to you!


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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