#EnglishWriters
This is the ballad of Boh Da Tho… Erst a Pretender to Theebaw’s thr… Who harried the district of Alalo… How he met with his fate and the… At the hand of Harendra Mukerji,
I have made for you a song, And it may be right or wrong, But only you can tell me if it’s t… I have tried for to explain Both your pleasure and your pain,
WHEN the ‘arf—made recruity goes… ’E acts like a babe an’ 'e drinks… An’ ‘e wonders because ’e is frequ… Ere 'e’s fit for to serve as a sol… Serve, serve, serve as a soldier,
Once on a time was a King anxious… What was the wisest thing a man co… Most of his population hurried to… Each with a long oration, each wit… They interrupted his meals —he was…
THE Camel’s hump is an ugly lump Which well you may see at the Zoo… But uglier yet is the hump we get From having too little to do. Kiddies and grown—ups too—oo—oo,
When Julius Fabricius, Sub—Prefe… In the days of Diocletian owned o… He called to him Hobdenius—a Brit… Saying: “What about that River—pi… And the aged Hobden answered: “I…
AS ADAM lay a—dreaming beneath… The Angel of the Earth came down,… But Adam did not need it, Nor the plough he would not speed… Singing: —"Earth and Water, Air…
THE white moth to the closing bin… The bee to the opened clover, And the gipsy blood to the gipsy b… Ever the wide world over. Ever the wide world over, lass,
China—going P. & O.'s Pass Pau Amma’s playground close, And his Pusat Tasek lies Near the track of most B.I.'s. N.Y.K. and N.D.L.
FATHER, Mother, and Me Sister and Auntie say All the people like us are We, And every one else is They. And They live over the sea,
THE DROWSY carrier sways To the drowsy horses’ tramp. His axles winnow the sprays Of the hedge where the rabbit play… In the light of his single lamp.
The boats of Newhaven and Folkest… To Dieppe and Boulogne and to Ca… And in each of those runs there is… Where the English and French have… If the ships that were sunk could…
The Babe was laid in the Manger Between the gentle kine — All safe from cold and danger — "But it was not so with mine, (With mine! With mine!)
Offshore where sea and skyline ble… In rain, the daylight dies; The sullen, shouldering swells att… Night and our sacrifice. Adown the stricken capes no flare—
THE Cities are full of pride, Challenging each to each— This from her mountain—side, That from her burthened beach. They count their ships full tale—