Barrack Room Ballads by Rudyard Kipling
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page 78 of 80 (97%)
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We might, but this is shore!
I want the name -- no more -- The name, an' lines to show, An' not to be an 'ore. . . . Ah, Gawd, I love you so! What's the good o' pleadin', when the mother that bore you (Mary, pity women!) knew it all before you? Sleep on 'is promises an' wake to your sorrow (Mary, pity women!), for we sail to-morrow! For to Admire The Injian Ocean sets an' smiles So sof', so bright, so bloomin' blue; There aren't a wave for miles an' miles Excep' the jiggle from the screw. The ship is swep', the day is done, The bugle's gone for smoke and play; An' black agin' the settin' sun The Lascar sings, "Hum deckty hai!" For to admire an' for to see, For to be'old this world so wide -- It never done no good to me, But I can't drop it if I tried! I see the sergeants pitchin' quoits, I 'ear the women laugh an' talk, I spy upon the quarter-deck |
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