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TITLE: VERSES 1889-1896
AUTHOR: RUDYARD KIPLING
EBOOK: E00170 (O'Briens Book Cellar)

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Original provided by the generosity of the Harwell G. Davis Library at
Samford University, Birmingham, Alabama.
 
Verses 1889-1896
by Rudyard Kipling [Anglo-Indian writer and poet, 1865-1936]
 
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RUDYARD KIPLING
   VOLUME XI
VERSES 1889-1896
 
The Writings in Prose and Verse of
RUDYARD KIPLING
 
VERSES
 
1889-1896
 
CONTENTS
  Followed by first lines 
 
     BARRACK-ROOM BALLADS
          1889-1891
 
TO WOLCOTT BALESTIER
  Beyond the path of the outmost sun through utter darkness hurled --
 
     BARRACK-ROOM BALLADS
 
To T. A.
  I have made for you a song,
 
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,
 
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,
 
TROOPIN'
  Troopin', troopin', troopin' to the sea,
 
THE WIDOW'S PARTY
  "Where have you been this while away?"
 
FORD O' KABUL RIVER
  Kabul town's by Kabul river,
 
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 BALLAD OF EAST AND WEST
  Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,
 
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 THE KING'S JEST
  When spring-time flushes the desert grass,
 
WITH SCINDIA TO DELHI
  The wreath of banquet overnight lay withered on the neck,
 
THE BALLAD OF BOH DA THONE
  This is the ballad of Boh Da Thone,
 
THE LAMENT OF THE BORDER CATTLE THIEF
  O woe is me for the merry life,
 
THE RHYME OF THE THREE CAPTAINS
  . . . At the close of a winter day,
 
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,
 
THE SACRIFICE OF ER-HEB
  Er-Heb beyond the Hills of Ao-Safai,
 
THE EXPLANATION
  Love and Death once ceased their strife,
 
THE GIFT OF THE SEA
  The dead child lay in the shroud,
 
EVARRA AND HIS GODS
  Read here:  This is the story of Evarra -- man --,
 
THE CONUNDRUM OF THE WORKSHOPS
  When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold,
 
THE LEGEND OF EVIL
  This is the sorrowful story,
 
THE ENGLISH FLAG
  Winds of the World, give answer!  They are whimpering to and fro,
 
"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,
 
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,
 
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[In India, the swastika is an ancient symbol of good fortune.
Kipling frequently used the swastika in this context.]
 
     THE SEVEN SEAS
       1891-1896
 
DEDICATION
  The Cities are full of pride,
 
     THE SEVEN SEAS
 
A SONG OF THE ENGLISH
  Fair is our lot -- O goodly is our heritage!
 
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 --,

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