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Автор: Rudyard 1865-1936 Kipling
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THE NATIVE-BORN

       THE KING

       THE RHYME OF THE THREE SEALERS

       THE DERELICT

       THE ANSWER

       THE SONG OF THE BANJO

       THE LINER SHE'S A LADY

       MULHOLLAND'S CONTRACT

       ANCHOR SONG

       THE LOST LEGION

       THE SEA-WIFE

       HYMN BEFORE ACTION

       TO THE TRUE ROMANCE

       THE FLOWERS

       THE LAST RHYME OF TRUE THOMAS

       IN THE NEOLITHIC AGE

       THE STORY OF UNG

       THE THREE-DECKER

       AN AMERICAN

       THE “MARY GLOSTER”

       SESTINA OF THE TRAMP-ROYAL

       BARRACK-ROOM BALLADS

       “BACK TO THE ARMY AGAIN”

       “BIRDS OF PREY” MARCH

       “SOLDIER AN' SAILOR TOO”

       SAPPERS

       THAT DAY

       “THE MEN THAT FOUGHT AT MINDEN”

       CHOLERA CAMP

       THE LADIES

       BILL 'AWKINS

       THE MOTHER-LODGE

       “FOLLOW ME 'OME”

       THE SERGEANT'S WEDDIN'

       THE JACKET

       THE 'EATHEN

       THE SHUT-EYE SENTRY

       “MARY, PITY WOMEN!”

       FOR TO ADMIRE

       L'ENVOI

       Table of Contents

       1889–1891

       Table of Contents

      TO WOLCOTT BALESTIER

       Beyond the path of the outmost sun through utter darkness hurled—

      BARRACK-ROOM BALLADS

      To T. A.

       I have made for you a song,

      DANNY DEEVER

       “What are the bugles blowin' for?” said Files-on-Parade.

      TOMMY

       I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer,

      “FUZZY-WUZZY”

       We've fought with many men acrost the seas,

      SOLDIER, SOLDIER

       “Soldier, soldier come from the wars,

      SCREW-GUNS

       Smokin' my pipe on the mountings, sniffin' the mornin' cool,

      CELLS

       I've a head like a concertina: I've a tongue like a button-stick:

      GUNGA DIN

       You may talk o' gin and beer

      OONTS

       Wot makes the soldier's 'eart to penk, wot makes 'im to perspire?

      LOOT

       If you've ever stole a pheasant-egg be'ind the keeper's back,

      “SNARLEYOW”

       This 'appened in a battle to a batt'ry of the corps,

      THE WIDOW AT WINDSOR

       'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor?

      BELTS

       There was a row in Silver Street that's near to Dublin Quay,

      THE YOUNG BRITISH SOLDIER

       When the 'arf-made recruity goes out to the East,

      MANDALAY

       By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin'