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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510819" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mandalay</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to the sea,<br>There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks o' me;<br>For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say:<br>&quot;Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay!&quot;<br> Come you back to Mandalay,<br> Where the old Flotilla lay:<br> Can't you 'ear their paddles chunkin' from Rangoon to Mandalay?<br> On the road to Mandalay,<br> Where the flyin'-fishes play,<br> An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay!<br> <br>'Er petticoat was yaller an' 'er little cap was green,<br>An' 'er name was Supi-yaw-lat -- jes' the same as Theebaw's Queen,<br>An' I seed her first a-smokin' of a whackin' white cheroot,<br>An' a-wastin' Christian kisses on an 'eathen idol's foot:<br> Bloomin' idol made o'mud --<br> Wot they called the Great Gawd Budd --<br> Plucky lot she cared for idols when I kissed 'er where she stud!<br> On the road to Mandalay . . .<br> <br>When the mist was on the rice-fields an' the sun was droppin' slow,<br>She'd git 'er little banjo an' she'd sing &quot;~Kulla-lo-lo!~&quot;<br>With 'er arm upon my shoulder an' 'er cheek agin' my cheek<br>We useter watch the steamers an' the ~hathis~ pilin' teak.<br> Elephints a-pilin' teak<br> In the sludgy, squdgy creek,<br> Where the silence 'ung that 'eavy you was 'arf afraid to speak!<br> On the road to Mandalay . . .<br> <br>But that's all shove be'ind me -- long ago an' fur away,<br>An' there ain't no 'busses runnin' from the Bank to Mandalay;<br>An' I'm learnin' 'ere in London what the ten-year soldier tells:<br>&quot;If you've 'eard the East a-callin', you won't never 'eed naught else.&quot;<br> No! you won't 'eed nothin' else<br> But them spicy garlic smells,<br> An' the sunshine an' the palm-trees an' the tinkly temple-bells;<br> On the road to Mandalay . . .<br> <br>I am sick o' wastin' leather on these gritty pavin'-stones,<br>An' the blasted Henglish drizzle wakes the fever in my bones;<br>Tho' I walks with fifty 'ousemaids outer Chelsea to the Strand,<br>An' they talks a lot o' lovin', but wot do they understand?<br> Beefy face an' grubby 'and --<br> Law! wot do they understand?<br> I've a neater, sweeter maiden in a cleaner, greener land!<br> On the road to Mandalay . . .<br> <br>Ship me somewheres east of Suez, where the best is like the worst,<br>Where there aren't no Ten Commandments an' a man can raise a thirst;<br>For the temple-bells are callin', an' it's there that I would be --<br>By the old Moulmein Pagoda, looking lazy at the sea;<br> On the road to Mandalay,<br> Where the old Flotilla lay,<br> With our sick beneath the awnings when we went to Mandalay!<br> On the road to Mandalay,<br> Where the flyin'-fishes play,<br> An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q>
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