English poem
Plain Tales from the Hills/The Madness of Private Ortheris
Oh! Where would I be when my froat was dry? Oh! Where would I be when the bullets fly? Oh! Where would I be when I come to die? Why, Somewheres anigh my chum. If 'e's liquor 'e'll give me some, If I'm dyin' 'e'll 'old my 'ead, An' 'e'll write 'em 'Ome when I'm dead.— Gawd send us a trusty chum!
More by Rudyard Kipling
- Plain Tales from the Hills/The Bisara of Pooree
- Plain Tales from the Hills/The Broken-Link Handicap
- Plain Tales from the Hills/The Bronckhorst Divorce-Case
- Plain Tales from the Hills/The Daughter of the Regiment
- Plain Tales from the Hills/The Other Man
- Plain Tales from the Hills/The Taking of Lungtungpen
- Plain Tales from the Hills/The Three Musketeers
- Plain Tales from the Hills/Venus Annodomini