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    Barrack Room Ballads
    Barrack Room Ballads
    Barrack Room Ballads
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    Barrack Room Ballads

    By Rudyard Kipling

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    Barrack Room Ballads is a book of poetic military songs collected and written by Rudyard Kipling. Excerpt:
    "You talk o' better food for us, an' schools, an' fires, an' all:
    We'll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational.
    Don't mess about the cook-room slops, but prove it to our face
    The Widow's Uniform is not the soldier-man's disgrace.
    For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Chuck him out, the brute!"
    But it's "Saviour of 'is country" when the guns begin to shoot;
    An' it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' anything you please;
    An' Tommy ain't a bloomin' fool—you bet that Tommy sees!"
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGood Press
    Release dateNov 21, 2019
    ISBN4057664653772
    Barrack Room Ballads
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    Rudyard Kipling

    Rudyard Kipling was born in India in 1865. After intermittently moving between India and England during his early life, he settled in the latter in 1889, published his novel The Light That Failed in 1891 and married Caroline (Carrie) Balestier the following year. They returned to her home in Brattleboro, Vermont, where Kipling wrote both The Jungle Book and its sequel, as well as Captains Courageous. He continued to write prolifically and was the first Englishman to receive the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1907 but his later years were darkened by the death of his son John at the Battle of Loos in 1915. He died in 1936.

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      Barrack Room Ballads - Rudyard Kipling

      Rudyard Kipling

      Barrack Room Ballads

      Published by Good Press, 2022

      goodpress@okpublishing.info

      EAN 4057664653772

      Table of Contents

      First Series (1892)

      Danny Deever

      Tommy

      Fuzzy-Wuzzy

      Soldier, Soldier

      Screw-Guns

      Cells

      Gunga Din

      Oonts

      Loot

      'Snarleyow'

      The Widow at Windsor

      Belts

      The Young British Soldier

      Mandalay

      Troopin'

      The Widow's Party

      Ford o' Kabul River

      Gentlemen-Rankers

      Route Marchin'

      Shillin' a Day

      Second Series (1896)

      'Bobs'

      'Back to the Army Again'

      'Birds of Prey' March

      'Soldier an' Salor Too'

      Sappers

      That Day

      'The Men that fought at Minden'

      Cholera Camp

      The Ladies

      Bill 'Awkins

      The Mother-Lodge

      'Follow Me 'Ome'

      The Sergeant's Weddin'

      The Jacket

      The 'Eathen

      'Mary, Pity Women!'

      For to Admire

      First Series (1892)

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      Danny Deever

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      What are the bugles blowin' for? said Files-on-Parade.

      To turn you out, to turn you out, the Colour-Sergeant said.

      What makes you look so white, so white? said Files-on-Parade.

      I'm dreadin' what I've got to watch, the Colour-Sergeant said.

      For they're hangin' Danny Deever, you can hear the Dead March play,

      The regiment's in 'ollow square—they're hangin' him to-day;

      They've taken of his buttons off an' cut his stripes away,

      An' they're hangin' Danny Deever in the mornin'.

      What makes the rear-rank breathe so 'ard? said Files-on-Parade.

      It's bitter cold, it's bitter cold, the Colour-Sergeant said.

      What makes that front-rank man fall down? said Files-on-Parade.

      A touch o' sun, a touch o' sun, the Colour-Sergeant said.

      They are hangin' Danny Deever, they are marchin' of 'im round,

      They 'ave 'alted Danny Deever by 'is coffin on the ground;

      An' 'e'll swing in 'arf a minute for a sneakin' shootin' hound—

      O they're hangin' Danny Deever in the mornin'!

      'Is cot was right-'and cot to mine, said Files-on-Parade.

      'E's sleepin' out an' far to-night, the Colour-Sergeant said.

      I've drunk 'is beer a score o' times, said Files-on-Parade.

      'E's drinkin' bitter beer alone, the Colour-Sergeant said.

      They are hangin' Danny Deever, you must mark 'im to 'is place,

      For 'e shot a comrade sleepin'—you must look 'im in the face;

      Nine 'undred of 'is county an' the regiment's disgrace,

      While they're hangin' Danny Deever in the mornin'.

      What's that so black agin' the sun? said Files-on-Parade.

      It's Danny fightin' 'ard for life, the Colour-Sergeant said.

      What's that that whimpers over'ead? said Files-on-Parade.

      It's Danny's soul that's passin' now, the Colour-Sergeant said.

      For they're done with Danny Deever, you can 'ear the quickstep play,

      The regiment's in column, an' they're marchin' us away;

      Ho! the young recruits are shakin', an' they'll want their beer to-day,

      After hangin' Danny Deever in the mornin'.

      Tommy

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      I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer,

      The publican 'e up an' sez, We serve no red-coats here.

      The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die,

      I outs into the street again an' to myself sez I:

      O it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' Tommy, go away;

      But it's Thank you, Mister Atkins, when the band begins to play,

      The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,

      O it's Thank you, Mister Atkins, when the band begins to play.

      I went into a theatre as sober as could be,

      They gave a drunk civilian room, but 'adn't none for me;

      They sent me to the gallery or round the music-'alls,

      But when it comes to fightin', Lord! they'll shove me in the stalls!

      For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' Tommy, wait outside;

      But it's Special train for Atkins when the trooper's on the tide,

      The troopship's on the tide, my boys, the troopship's on the tide,

      O it's Special train for Atkins when the trooper's on the tide.

      Yes, makin' mock o' uniforms that guard you while you sleep

      Is cheaper than them uniforms, an' they're starvation cheap;

      An' hustlin' drunken soldiers when they're goin' large a bit

      Is five times better business than paradin' in full kit.

      Then it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' Tommy, 'ow's yer soul?

      But it's Thin red line of 'eroes when the drums begin to roll,

      The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,

      O it's Thin red line of 'eroes when the drums begin to roll.

      We aren't no thin red 'eroes, nor we aren't no blackguards too,

      But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you;

      An' if sometimes our conduck isn't all your fancy paints,

      Why, single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints;

      While it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' Tommy, fall be'ind,

      But it's "Please to walk in

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