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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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    The Barrack-Room Ballads is a series of songs and poems by Rudyard Kipling, dealing with the late-Victorian British Army and mostly written in a vernacular dialect.

    The series contains some of Kipling's most well-known work, including the poems "Gunga Din", "Tommy" and "Danny Deever", and helped consolidate his early fame as a poet.

    Joseph Rudyard Kipling was an English short-story writer, poet, and novelist. He wrote tales and poems of British soldiers in India and stories for children. He was born in Bombay, in the Bombay Presidency of British India, and was taken by his family to England when he was five years old.

    Kipling's works of fiction include The Jungle Book (1894), Kim (1901), and many short stories, including "The Man Who Would Be King" (1888). His poems include "Mandalay" (1890), "Gunga Din" (1890), "The Gods of the Copybook Headings" (1919), "The White Man's Burden" (1899), and "If—" (1910). He is regarded as a major innovator in the art of the short story; his children's books are classics of children's literature; and one critic described his work as exhibiting "a versatile and luminous narrative gift".

    Kipling was one of the most popular writers in England, in both prose and verse, in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Henry James said: "Kipling strikes me personally as the most complete man of genius (as distinct from fine intelligence) that I have ever known." In 1907, he was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature, making him the first English-language writer to receive the prize, and its youngest recipient to date Among other honours, he was sounded out for the British Poet Laureateship and on several occasions for a knighthood, all of which he declined.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherKipling Press
    Release dateFeb 24, 2018
    ISBN9788827580424
    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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      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’.

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      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 front, sir, when there’s trouble in the wind, There’s trouble in the wind, my boys, there’s trouble in the wind, O it’s Please to walk in front, sir, when there’s trouble in the wind. 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!

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      FUZZY-WUZZY

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      (Soudan Expeditionary Force)

      We’ve fought with many men acrost the seas, An’ some of

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