| By tingtang on Thursday, July 1, 2010 - 1:05 am: |
by the old Moulmein pagoda, lookin eastwards to the sea, there/s a Burma girl a settin, and i know she thinks of me, when the wind is in the palm trees,and the temple bells they say,"come you back you British solider come you back to Mandalay,where the old floatilla lay, you can hear their paddles chunkin from Rangoon to Mandalay, where the flyin' fishes play,and the dawn comes up like thunder outa China cross the bay,
Well her petticoat was yeller,and her little hat was green, and her name was Supi-Yat-lat,jus like Theoboah/s Queen,and i seed her first a smoking on a whackin,.white cheroot,wastin, Christian kisses on a eathen idol's foot,eathen idol made of wood,one they call the great god Bud, Plucky lot she cared for idols when i kissed her where she stood, on the road to Mandalay
wWhen the mist was in the rice fields and the sun was settin low
Well she would get her little banjo when the sun was sinkin, low, and she'd play kula lo lo , with her arm around me shoulder and her cheek again me cheek, we.d watch the hathis pilin teak, when the silence hung so heavy you was half afraid to speak, we/d watch the hathis and the elephants pilin teak, in the squdgy sludgy creek, on the road to Mandalay.
Well that is all far behind me now long ago and far away,and there ain,t no buses running from the Bank to Mandalay , and i am learnin, here in London what the ten year solider tells,
i am tired of wastin leather on these gritty pavin stones, and the blasted English drizzle sets a fever in me bones,though i walks with 50 housemaids from the Chelsea to the Strand and they all talks alot of lovin,all beefy faced and grubby .but ,what do they understand, i've a neater sweeter maiden in a cleaner greener land.
Ship me somewheres east of Suez where the best is like the worst, and there aint no Ten Commandments and a man can raise a thirst
for the Temple Bells are callin,and it is there that i would be, by the old Moulmein Pagoda, looking lazy at the sea, where the old floatilla lay,and the flyin fishes play,and the dawn comes up like thunder outa China cross the bay, on the Road to Mandalay
| By tingtang on Sunday, July 4, 2010 - 11:50 pm: |
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