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His Apologies

Master, this is Thy Servant. He is rising eight weeks old.

He is mainly Head and Tummy. His legs are uncontrolled.

But Thou hast forgiven his ugliness, and settled him on Thy knee . . .

Art Thou content with Thy Servant? He is

very

comfy with Thee.

Master, behold a Sinner? He hath committed a wrong.

He hath defiled Thy Premises through being kept in too long.

Rudyard Kipling

The Three-Decker

Full thirty foot she towered from waterline to rail.

It cost a watch to steer her, and a week to shorten sail;

But, spite all modern notions, I found her first and best —

The only certain packet for the Islands of the Blest.

Fair held the breeze behind us — 'twas warm with lovers' prayers.

We'd stolen wills for ballast and a crew of missing heirs.

They shipped as Able Bastards till the Wicked Nurse confessed,

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Mandalay

By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' lazy at the sea,

There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks o' me;

For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say:

"Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay!"

Come you back to Mandalay,

Where the old Flotilla lay:

Can't you 'ear their paddles chunkin' from Rangoon to Mandalay?

On the road to Mandalay,

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When Earth's Last Picture Is Painted

When Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried,

When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has died,

We shall rest, and faith, we shall need it - lie down for an aeon or two,

Till the Master of All Good Workmen Shall put us to work anew.

And those that were good shall be happy: they shall sit in a golden chair;

They shall splash at a ten-league canvas with brushes of comet's hair.

They shall find real saints to draw from - Magdalene, Peter, and Paul;

Rudyard Kipling

The Hyaenas

After the burial-parties leave

And the baffled kites have fled;

The wise hyaenas come out at eve

To take account of our dead.

How he died and why he died

Troubles them not a whit.

They snout the bushes and stones aside

And dig till they come to it.

Rudyard Kipling

Sussex

GOD gave all men all earth to love,

But since our hearts are small,

Ordained for each one spot should prove

Belovèd over all;

That, as He watched Creation’s birth,

So we, in godlike mood,

May of our love create our earth

And see that it is good.

Rudyard Kipling

Dirge Of The Dead Sisters

Who recalls the twilight and the ranged tents in order

(Violet peaks uplifted through the crystal evening air?)

And the clink of iron teacups and the piteous, noble laughter,

And the faces of the Sisters with the dust upon their hair?

(Now and not hereafter, while the breath is in our nostrils,

Now and not hereafter, ere the meaner years go by -

Let us now remember many honourable women,

Such as bade us turn again when we were like to die.)

Rudyard Kipling

The Last of the Light Brigade

There were thirty million English who talked of England's might,

There were twenty broken troopers who lacked a bed for the night.

They had neither food nor money, they had neither service nor trade;

They were only shiftless soldiers, the last of the Light Brigade.

They felt that life was fleeting; they knew not that art was long,

That though they were dying of famine, they lived in deathless song.

They asked for a little money to keep the wolf from the door;

And the thirty million English sent twenty pounds and four!

Rudyard Kipling

Fuzzy-Wuzzy

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.

Rudyard Kipling

The Camels Hump

The Camel's hump is an ugly lump

Which well you may see at the Zoo;

But uglier yet is the hump we get

From having too little to do.

Kiddies and grown-ups too-oo-oo,

If we haven't enough to do-oo-oo,

We get the hump-

Cameelious hump-

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Boots

INFANTRY COLUMNS

We're foot—slog—slog—slog—sloggin' over Africa —

Foot—foot—foot—foot—sloggin' over Africa —

(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again!)

There's no discharge in the war!

Seven—six—eleven—five—nine-an'-twenty mile to-day —

Four—eleven—seventeen—thirty-two the day before —

(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again!)

Rudyard Kipling

The Way Through The Woods

They shut the road through the woods

Seventy years ago.

Weather and rain have undone it again,

And now you would never know

There was once a road through the woods

Before they planted the trees.

It is underneath the coppice and heath,

And the thin anemones.

Rudyard Kipling