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The Beginning Of The Armadilloes

I've never sailed the Amazon,

I've never reached Brazil;

But the

Don

and

Magdalena

They can go there when they will!

Rudyard Kipling

The Outlaws

Through learned and laborious years

They set themselves to find

Fresh terrors and undreamed-of fears

To heap upon mankind.

All that they drew from Heaven above

Or digged from earth beneath,

They laid into their treasure-trove

And arsenals of death:

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The Long Trail

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

And the ricks stand grey to the sun,

Singing: "Over then, come over, for the bee has quit the clover,

"And your English summer's done."

You have heard the beat of the off-shore wind,

And the thresh of the deep-sea rain;

You have heard the song — how long? how long?

Pull out on the trail again!

Rudyard Kipling

The Female of the Species

When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,

He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside.

But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail,

For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

When Nag the basking cobra hears the careless foot of man,

He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it if he can,

But his mate makes no such motion where she camps beside the trail -

For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

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The White Man's Burden

Take up the White Man's burden—

Send forth the best ye breed—

Go, bind your sons to exile

To serve your captives' need;

To wait, in heavy harness,

On fluttered folk and wild—

Your new-caught sullen peoples,

Half devil and half child.

Rudyard Kipling

The Ballad Of East And West

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;

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!

Kamal is out with twenty men to raise the Border-side,

And he has lifted the Colonel's mare that is the Colonel's pride:

He has lifted her out of the stable-door between the dawn and the day,

And turned the calkins upon her feet, and ridden her far away.

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A Smuggler's Song

If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet,

Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street;

Them that ask no questions isn't told a lie.

Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!

Five and twenty ponies,Trotting through the dark —Brandy for the Parson,Baccy for the Clerk;Laces for a lady, letters for a spy,And watch the wall, my darling, While the Gentlemen go by!

Running round the woodlump if you chance to find

Little barrels, roped and tarred, all full of brandy-wine,

Don't you shout to come and look, nor use 'em for your play.

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For All We Have and Are

For all we have and are,

For all our children's fate,

Stand up and meet the war.

The Hun is at the gate!

Our world has passed away

In wantonness o'erthrown.

There is nothing left to-day

But steel and fire and stone.

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Gunga Din

You may talk o' gin and beer

When you're quartered safe out 'ere,

An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot it;

But when it comes to slaughter

You will do your work on water,

An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it.

Now in Injia's sunny clime,

Where I used to spend my time

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Anchor Song

Heh! Walk her round. Heave, ah, heave her short again!

Over, snatch her over, there, and hold her on the pawl.

Loose all sail, and brace your yards back and full —

Ready jib to pay her off and heave short all!

Well, ah fare you well; we can stay no more with you, my love —

Down, set down your liquor and your girl from off your knee;

For the wind has come to say:

"You must take me while you may,

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A Servant When He Reigneth

Three things make earth unquiet

And four she cannot brook

The godly Agur counted them

And put them in a book —

Those Four Tremendous Curses

With which mankind is cursed;

But a Servant when He Reigneth

Old Agur entered first.

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Have You News of my Boy Jack?

"Have you news of my boy Jack?"Not this tide.

"When d'you think that he'll come back?"Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.

"Has anyone else had word of him?"Not this tide.

For what is sunk will hardly swim,

Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.

"Oh, dear, what comfort can I find?"None this tide,

Rudyard Kipling