English poem
Plain Tales from the Hills/The Taking of Lungtungpen
So we loosed a bloomin' volley, An' we made the beggars cut, An' when our pouch was emptied out. We used the bloomin' butt, Ho! My! Don't yer come anigh, When Tommy is a playin' with the baynit an' the butt.
More by Rudyard Kipling
- 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 Madness of Private Ortheris
- Plain Tales from the Hills/The Other Man
- Plain Tales from the Hills/The Three Musketeers
- Plain Tales from the Hills/Venus Annodomini
- Plain Tales from the Hills/Wressley of the Foreign Office
- Poison Of Asps (A Brazilian Snake-Farm) (Brazilian Verses)