written by Rudyard Kipling1914-18
The Garden called Gethsemane
In Picardy it was,
And there the people came to see
The English soldiers pass.
We used to pass -- we used to pass
Or halt, as it might be,
And ship our masks in case of gas
Beyond Gethsemane.
The Garden called Gethsemane,
It held a pretty lass,
But all the time she talked to me
I prayed my cup might pass.
The officer sat on the chair,
The men lay on the grass,
And all the time we halted there
I prayed my cup might pass.
It didn't pass -- it didn't pass --
It didn't pass from me.
I drank it when we met the gas
Beyond Gethsemane.
Rudyard Kipling
written by Rudyard Kipling, published on Fri 01.16.2009 at 08:43
Kabul town's by Kabul river --
Blow the bugle, draw the sword --
There I lef' my mate for ever,
Wet an' drippin' by the ford.
written by Rudyard Kipling, published on Sat 01.10.2009 at 19:38
When a lover hies abroad
Looking for his love,
Azrael smiling sheathes his sword,
Heaven smiles above.
Earth and sea
written by Rudyard Kipling, published on Sat 01.10.2009 at 04:11
"What's that that hirples at my side?"
The foe that you must fight, my lord.
"That rides as fast as I can ride?"
written by Rudyard Kipling, published on Thu 01.01.2009 at 01:03
(In Memory of a Commission)
Help for a patriot distressed, a spotless spirit hurt,
written by Rudyard Kipling, published on Sat 12.27.2008 at 19:25
Reservist of the Line
The bachelor 'e fights for one
As joyful as can be;
But the married man don't call it fun,
written by Rudyard Kipling, published on Thu 12.18.2008 at 16:39
Parliaments of Henry III., 1265
There are four good legs to my Father's Chair--
Priests and People and Lords and Crown.
