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Prepared by David Reed [email protected] or [email protected]
BARRACK-ROOM BALLADS
by RUDYARD KIPLING
First Series (1892)
Dedication: To T. A.
1 Danny Deever
2 Tommy
3 'Fuzzy-Wuzzy'
4 Soldier, Soldier
5
Screw-Guns
6 Cells
7 Gunga Din
8 Oonts
9 Loot
10
'Snarleyow'
11 The Widow at Windsor
12 Belts
13 The Young
British Soldier
14 Mandalay
15 Troopin'
16 The Widow's Party

17 Ford o' Kabul
18 Gentlemen-Rankers
19 Route Marchin'
20
Shillin' a Day
Second Series (1896)
21 'Bobs'
22 'Back to the Army Again'
23 'Birds of Prey' March

24 'Soldier an; Sailor Too'
25 Sappers
26 That Day
27 'The Men
that fought at Minden
28 Cholera Camp
29 The Ladies
30 Bill
'Awkins
31 The Mother Lodge
32 'Follow Me 'Ome
33 The
Sergeant's Weddin'
34 The Jacket
35 The 'Eathen
36 The
Shut-Eye Sentry
37 'Mary, Pity Women!'
38 For to Admire
Dedication
To T. A.
I have made for you a song,
And it may be right or wrong,
But only
you can tell me if it's true;
I have tried for to explain
Both your pleasure and your pain,
And,
Thomas, here's my best respects to you!
O there'll surely come a day
When they'll give you all your pay,


And treat you as a Christian ought to do;
So, until that day comes round,
Heaven keep you safe and sound,

And, Thomas, here's my best respects to you!
R. K.
Danny Deever
"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
I went into