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' eastward to the sea, 

 TROOPIN'   Troopin', troopin', troopin' to the sea, 

 THE WIDOW'S PARTY   “Where have you been this while away?”  

 FORD O' KABUL RIVER Kabul town's by Kabul river, 

 GENTLEMEN-RANKERS To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned, 

 ROUTE MARCHIN'   We're marchin' on relief over Injia's sunny plains, 

 SHILLIN' A DAY My name is O'Kelly, I've heard the Revelly, 

       OTHER VERSES     

 THE BALLAD OF EAST AND WEST Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, 

 THE LAST SUTTEE Udai Chand lay sick to death, 

 THE BALLAD OF THE KING'S MERCY Abdhur Rahman, the Durani Chief, of him is the story told, 

 THE BALLAD OF THE KING'S JEST When spring-time flushes the desert grass, 

 WITH SCINDIA TO DELHI The wreath of banquet overnight lay withered on the neck, 

 THE BALLAD OF BOH DA THONE This is the ballad of Boh Da Thone, 

 THE LAMENT OF THE BORDER CATTLE THIEF O woe is me for the merry life, 

 THE RHYME OF THE THREE CAPTAINS . . . At the close of a winter day, 

 THE BALLAD OF THE “CLAMPHERDOWN”    It was our war-ship Clampherdown, 

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