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By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to the a,
There's a Burma girl a-ttin', and I know she thinks o' me;
For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say:
“Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay!”
Come you back to Mandalay,
Where the old Flotilla lay:
Can't you 'ear their paddles chunkin' from Rangoon to Mandalay?
On the road to Mandalay,
Where the flyin'-fishes play,四年级上册简便运算
An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay!
'Er petticoat was yaller an' 'er little cap was green,
An' 'er name was Supi-Yaw-Lat—jes' the same as Theebaw's Queen,
An' I ed her first a-smokin' of a whackin' white cheroot,
An' a-wastin' Christian kiss on an 'eathen idol's foot:
Bloomin' idol made o' mud—
神经英文
Wot they called the Great Gawd Budd—
Plucky lot she cared for idols when I kisd 'er where she stud!
On the road to Mandalay …
When the mist was on the rice-fields an' the sun was sinkin' low,
She'd git 'er little banjo an' she'd sing “Kulla-lo-lo!”
With 'er arm upon my shoulder an' 'er cheek agin' my cheek
We uter watch the steamers an' the hathis pilin' teak.
Elephints a-pilin' teak
In the sludgy, squdgy creek,
Where the silence 'ung that 'eavy you was 'arf afraid to speak!
On the road to Mandalay …
But that's all shove be'ind me—long ago an' fur away,
An' there ain't no 'buss runnin' from the Bank to Mandalay;
三年级语文下册课本An' I'm learnin' 'ere in London what the ten-year soldier tells:
“If you've 'eard the East a-callin', you won't never 'eed naught el.”
No! you won't 'eed nothin' el
易经奥秘 But them spicy garlic smells,
An' the sunshine an' the palm-trees an' the tinkly temple-bells;
On the road to Mandalay …
I am sick o' wastin' leather on the gritty pavin'-stones,
An' the blasted Henglish drizzle wakes the fever in my bones;
雨伞手工Tho' I walks with fifty 'oumaids outer Chela to the Strand,精武飞鸿
An' they talks a lot o' lovin', but wot do they understand?
Beefy face an' grubby 'and—
Law! wot do they understand?
I've a neater, sweeter maiden in a cleaner, greener land!
On the road to Mandalay …
Ship me somewheres east of Suez, where the best is like the worst,
Where there aren't no Ten Commandments an' a man can rai a thirst;
For the temple-bells are callin', an' it's there that I would be—
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, looking lazy at the a;
On the road to Mandalay,
Where the old Flotilla lay,
With our sick beneath the awnings when we went to Mandalay!
On the road to Mandalay,
Where the flyin'-fishes play,
An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay!
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