Rudyard Kipling Poems
|521.||A Lover's Journey||1/3/2003|
|522.||Follow Me 'Ome||12/31/2002|
|524.||The Men That Fought At Minden||12/31/2002|
|526.||The Power Of The Dog||12/31/2002|
|528.||Yet At The Last||1/3/2003|
|529.||Christmas In India||1/3/2003|
|530.||When Earth's Last Picture Is Painted||12/31/2002|
|531.||A Legend Of Truth||1/3/2003|
|532.||A Smuggler's Song||1/3/2003|
|534.||I Keep Six Honest...||1/3/2003|
|535.||The Young British Soldier||12/31/2002|
|537.||A Ballad Of Burial||12/31/2002|
|539.||Mary, Pity Women!||12/31/2002|
|540.||Mother O' Mine||1/3/2003|
|543.||A Servant When He Reigneth||1/1/2004|
|547.||A Code Of Morals||1/3/2003|
|548.||A Child's Garden||1/3/2003|
(Soudan Expeditionary Force)
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' the lot.
We never got a ha'porth's change of 'im:
'E squatted in the scrub an' 'ocked our 'orses,
'E cut our sentries up at Sua~kim~,
An' 'e played the cat an' banjo with our forces.
So 'ere's ~to~ you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, at your 'ome in the Soudan;
You're a pore benighted 'eathen but a first-class fightin' man;
We gives you your certificate, an' if...
The First Chantey
Mine was the woman to me, darkling I found her;
Haling her dumb from the camp, took her and bound her.
Hot rose her tribe on our track ere I had proved her;
Hearing her laugh in the gloom, greatly I loved her.
Swift through the forest we ran; none stood to guard us,
Few were my people and far; then the flood barred us --
Him we call Son of the Sea, sullen and swollen.
Panting we waited the death, stealer and stolen.