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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511050" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Mother-Lodge</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was Rundle, Station Master,<br> An' Beazeley of the Rail,<br>An' 'Ackman, Commissariat,<br> An' Donkin' o' the Jail;<br>An' Blake, Conductor-Sargent,<br> Our Master twice was 'e,<br>With 'im that kept the Europe-shop,<br> Old Framjee Eduljee.<br> <br> Outside -- &quot;Sergeant! Sir! Salute! Salaam!&quot;<br> Inside -- &quot;Brother&quot;, an' it doesn't do no 'arm.<br> We met upon the Level an' we parted on the Square,<br> An' I was Junior Deacon in my Mother-Lodge out there!<br> <br>We'd Bola Nath, Accountant,<br> An' Saul the Aden Jew,<br>An' Din Mohammed, draughtsman<br> Of the Survey Office too;<br>There was Babu Chuckerbutty,<br> An' Amir Singh the Sikh,<br>An' Castro from the fittin'-sheds,<br> The Roman Catholick!<br> <br>We 'adn't good regalia,<br> An' our Lodge was old an' bare,<br>But we knew the Ancient Landmarks,<br> An' we kep' 'em to a hair;<br>An' lookin' on it backwards<br> It often strikes me thus,<br>There ain't such things as infidels,<br> Excep', per'aps, it's us.<br> <br>For monthly, after Labour,<br> We'd all sit down and smoke<br>(We dursn't give no banquits,<br> Lest a Brother's caste were broke),<br>An' man on man got talkin'<br> Religion an' the rest,<br>An' every man comparin'<br> Of the God 'e knew the best.<br> <br>So man on man got talkin',<br> An' not a Brother stirred<br>Till mornin' waked the parrots<br> An' that dam' brain-fever-bird;<br>We'd say 'twas 'ighly curious,<br> An' we'd all ride 'ome to bed,<br>With Mo'ammed, God, an' Shiva<br> Changin' pickets in our 'ead.<br> <br>Full oft on Guv'ment service<br> This rovin' foot 'ath pressed,<br>An' bore fraternal greetin's<br> To the Lodges east an' west,<br>Accordin' as commanded<br> From Kohat to Singapore,<br>But I wish that I might see them<br> In my Mother-Lodge once more!<br> <br>I wish that I might see them,<br> My Brethren black an' brown,<br>With the trichies smellin' pleasant<br> An' the ~hog-darn~ passin' down;  [Cigar-lighter.]<br>An' the old khansamah snorin'   [Butler.]<br> On the bottle-khana floor,   [Pantry.]<br>Like a Master in good standing<br> With my Mother-Lodge once more!<br> <br> Outside -- &quot;Sergeant! Sir! Salute! Salaam!&quot;<br> Inside -- &quot;Brother&quot;, an' it doesn't do no 'arm.<br> We met upon the Level an' we parted on the Square,<br> An' I was Junior Deacon in my Mother-Lodge out there!</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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 An' Beazeley of the Rail,
An' 'Ackman, Commissariat,
 An' Donkin' o' the Jail;
An' Blake, Conductor-Sargent,
 Our Master twice was 'e,
With 'im that kept the Europe-shop,
 Old Framjee Eduljee.
 
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