BARRACK-ROOM BALLADS First Series (1892) By Rudyard Kipling Dedication: To T. A. Contents: 1 Danny Deever 2 Tommy 3 'Fuzzy-Wuzzy' 4 Soldier, Soldier 5 Screw-Guns 6 Cells 7 Gunga Din 8 Oonts 9 Loot 10 'Snarleyow' 11 The Widow at Windsor 12 Belts 13 The Young British Soldier 14 Mandalay 15 Troopin' 16 The Widow's Party 17 Ford o' Kabul 18 Gentlemen-Rankers 19 Route Marchin' 20 Shillin' a Day Second Series (1896) 21 'Bobs' 22 'Back to the Army Again' 23 'Birds of Prey' March 24 'Soldier an; Sailor Too' 25 Sappers 26 That Day 27 'The Men that fought at Minden 28 Cholera Camp 29 The Ladies 30 Bill 'Awkins 31 The Mother Lodge 32 'Follow Me 'Ome 33 The Sergeant's Weddin' 34 The Jacket 35 The 'Eathen 36 The Shut-Eye Sentry 37 'Mary, Pity Women!' 38 For to Admire Dedication To T. A. I have made for you a song, And it may be right or wrong, But only you can tell me if it's true; I have tried for to explain Both your pleasure and your pain, And, Thomas, here's my best respects to you! O there'll surely come a day When they'll give you all your pay, And treat you as a Christian ought to do; So, until that day comes round, Heaven keep you safe and sound, And, Thomas, here's my best respects to you! R. K. Danny Deever “What are the bugles blowin' for?” said Files-on-Parade. “To turn you out, to turn you out”, the Colour-Sergeant said. “What makes you look so white, so white?” said Files-on-Parade. “I'm dreadin' what I've got to watch”, the Colour-Sergeant said. For they're hangin' Danny Deever, you can hear the Dead March play, The regiment's in 'ollow square--they're hangin' him to-day; They've taken of his buttons off an' cut his stripes away, An' they're hangin' Danny Deever in the mornin'. “What makes the rear-rank breathe so 'ard?” said Files-on-Parade. “It's bitter cold, it's bitter cold”, the Colour-Sergeant said. “What makes that front-rank man fall down?” said Files-on-Parade. “A touch o' sun, a touch o' sun”, the Colour-Sergeant said. They are hangin' Danny Deever, they are marchin' of 'im round, They 'ave 'alted Danny Deever by 'is coffin on the ground; An' 'e'll swing in 'arf a minute for a sneakin' shootin' hound-- O they're hangin' Danny Deever in the mornin'!