Rudyard Kipling

Master, this is Thy Servant
He is rising eight weeks old
He is mainly Head and Tummy
His legs are uncontrolled

(‘Brother Square-Toes’—Rewards and Fairies)
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

For all we have and are,
For all our children's fate,
Stand up and meet the war
The Hun is at the gate

"Have you news of my boy Jack
"Not this tide
"When d'you think that he'll come back
"Not with this wind blowing, and this tide

Lord,
Thou hast made this world below the shadow of a dream,
An', taught by time,
I tak' it so — exceptin' always Steam

Who recalls the twilight and the ranged tents in order (Violet peaks uplifted through the crystal evening air
)And the clink of iron teacups and the piteous, noble laughter, And the faces of the Sisters with the dust upon their hair
(Now...

(‘Brother Square-Toes’—Rewards and Fairies)
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

RY
We're foot—slog—slog—slog—sloggin' over Africa —Foot—foot—foot—foot—sloggin' over Africa —(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again
) There's no discharge in the war
Seven—six—eleven—five—nine-an'-twenty mile to-day —Four...

We've fought with many men acrost the seas, An' some of 'em was brave an' some was not:
The Paythan an' the Zulu an' Burmese; But the Fuzzy was the finest o' the lot
We never got a ha'porth's change of 'im: 'E squatted in the scrub an' '...

Now there is nothing wrong with
Except — I think it's called T
B
And that is why I have to

Me that 'ave been what I've been —  Me that 'ave gone where I've gone —Me that 'ave seen what I've seen —  'Ow can I ever take
With awful old England again,
An' 'ouses both sides of the street,
And 'edges two sides of the lane,

You may talk o’ gin and beer
When you’re quartered safe out ’ere,
An’ you’re sent to penny-fights an’ Aldershot it;
But when it comes to slaughter