Category: Rudyard Kipling

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 the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned, To my brethren in their sorrow overseas, Sings a gentleman of England…

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;…

“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,…

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…