Society and the World

I keep six honest serving men (They taught me all I knew); Their names are What and Why and When And How and Where and Who.

Take up the White Man’s burden, 4 Send forth the best ye breed— Go, bind your sons to exile To serve your captives’ need.

Take up the White Man’s burden, 4 Send forth the best ye breed— Go, bind your sons to exile To serve your captives’ need.

Lesser breeds without the Law.

The tumult and the shouting dies; The captains and the kings depart.

Lo, all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!

Daughter am I in my mother’s house; But mistress in my own.

God of our fathers, known of old, Lord of our far-flung battle line, Beneath whose awful Hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine— Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget—lest we forget!

For the Colonel’s Lady an’ Judy O’Grady Are sisters under their skins!

For the Colonel’s Lady an’ Judy O’Grady Are sisters under their skins!

The Liner she’s a lady, an’ she never looks nor ’eeds— The Man-o’-War’s ’er ’usband, an’ ’e gives ’er all she needs, But, oh, the little cargo boats that sail the wet seas roun’, They’re just the same as you an’ me a-plyin’ up and down!

The Liner she’s a lady, an’ she never looks nor ’eeds— The Man-o’-War’s ’er ’usband, an’ ’e gives ’er all she needs, But, oh, the little cargo boats that sail the wet seas roun’, They’re just the same as you an’ me a-plyin’ up and down!

They change their skies above them, But not their hearts that roam.

Back to the Army again, sergeant, Back to the Army again. Out o’ the cold an’ the rain.

There be triple ways to take, of the eagle or the snake, Or the way of a man with a maid; But the sweetest way to me is a ship’s upon the sea In the heel of the Northeast Trade.

When you’re wounded and left on Afghanistan’s plains, And the women come out to cut up what remains, Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains An’ go to your Gawd like a soldier.

There’s a legion that never was ’listed, That carries no colors or crest.

There are nine and sixty ways of constructing tribal lays, And every single one of them is right.

And what should they know of England who only England know?

The sin ye do by two and two ye must pay for one by one.

The sin ye do by two and two ye must pay for one by one.

On the road to Mandalay, Where the flyin’ fishes play, An’ the dawn comes up like thunder outer China ’crost the Bay!

Ship me somewheres east of Suez, where the best is like the worst, Where there aren’t no Ten Commandments, an’ a man can raise a thirst.

Ship me somewheres east of Suez, where the best is like the worst, Where there aren’t no Ten Commandments, an’ a man can raise a thirst.