Books with title BARRACK-ROOM BALLADS

The Barrack-Room Ballads are a set of martial songs and poems by Rudyard Kipling originally published in two parts: the first set in 1892, the second in 1896. Many have become classic military ditties, still well known, and are closely linked to British imperialism in many minds, particularly Gunga Din, Tommy and Danny Deever.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’! “‘Is cot was right-‘and cot to mine”, said Files-on-Parade. “‘E’s sleepin’ out an’ far to-night”, the Colour-Sergeant said. “I’ve drunk ‘is beer a score o’ times”, said Files-on-Parade. “‘E’s drinkin’ bitter beer alone”, the Colour-Sergeant said. They are hangin’ Danny Deever, you must mark ‘im to ‘is place, For ‘e shot a comrade sleepin’–you must look ‘im in the face; Nine ‘undred of ‘is county an’ the regiment’s disgrace, While they’re hangin’ Danny Deever in the mornin’.“What’s that so black agin’ the sun?” said Files-on-Parade. “It’s Danny fightin’ ‘ard for life”, the Colour-Sergeant said. “What’s that that whimpers over’ead?” said Files-on-Parade. “It’s Danny’s soul that’s passin’ now”, the Colour-Sergeant said. For they’re done with Danny Deever, you can ‘ear the quickstep play, The regiment’s in column, an’ they’re marchin’ us away; Ho! the young recruits are shakin’, an’ they’ll want their beer to-day, After hangin’ Danny Deever in the mornin’.TommyI went into a public-‘ouse to get a pint o’ beer, The publican ‘e up an’ sez, “We serve no red-coats here.” The girls be’ind the bar they laughed an’ giggled fit to die, I outs into the street again an’ to myself sez I: O it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, go away”; But it’s “Thank you, Mister Atkins”, when the band begins to play, The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play, O it’s “Thank you, Mister Atkins”, when the band begins to play.I went into a theatre as sober as could be, They gave a drunk civilian room, but ‘adn’t none for me; They sent me to the gallery or round the music-‘alls, But when it comes to fightin’, Lord! they’ll shove me in the stalls! For it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, wait outside”; But it’s “Special train for Atkins” when the trooper’s on the tide, The troopship’s on the tide, my boys, the troopship’s on the tide, O it’s “Special train for Atkins” when the trooper’s on the tide.

"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'!"'Is cot was right–'and cot to mine", said Files–on–Parade."'E's sleepin' out an' far to–night", the Colour–Sergeant said."I've drunk 'is beer a score o' times", said Files–on–Parade."'E's drinkin' bitter beer alone", the Colour–Sergeant said.They are hangin' Danny Deever, you must mark 'im to 'is place,For 'e shot a comrade sleepin'—you must look 'im in the face;Nine 'undred of 'is county an' the regiment's disgrace,While they're hangin' Danny Deever in the mornin'."What's that so black agin' the sun?" said Files–on–Parade."It's Danny fightin' 'ard for life", the Colour–Sergeant said."What's that that whimpers over'ead?" said Files–on–Parade."It's Danny's soul that's passin' now", the Colour–Sergeant said.For they're done with Danny Deever, you can 'ear the quickstep play,The regiment's in column, an' they're marchin' us away;Ho! the young recruits are shakin', an' they'll want their beer to–day,After hangin' Danny Deever in the mornin'.

Title: Barrack Room Ballads.Publisher: British Library, Historical Print EditionsThe British Library is the national library of the United Kingdom. It is one of the world's largest research libraries holding over 150 million items in all known languages and formats: books, journals, newspapers, sound recordings, patents, maps, stamps, prints and much more. Its collections include around 14 million books, along with substantial additional collections of manuscripts and historical items dating back as far as 300 BC.The FICTION & PROSE LITERATURE collection includes books from the British Library digitised by Microsoft. The collection provides readers with a perspective of the world from some of the 18th and 19th century's most talented writers. Written for a range of audiences, these works are a treasure for any curious reader looking to see the world through the eyes of ages past. Beyond the main body of works the collection also includes song-books, comedy, and works of satire. ++++The below data was compiled from various identification fields in the bibliographic record of this title. This data is provided as an additional tool in helping to insure edition identification:++++<Source Library> British Library<Contributors> Kipling, Rudyard; <Original Pub Date> 1899.<Physical Description> 8º.<Shelfmark> 012622.f.33.

"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.

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The Barrack-Room Ballads are a series of songs and poems by Rudyard Kipling( 30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936), dealing with the late-Victorian British Army and mostly written in a vernacular dialect. The series contains some of Kipling's most well-known work, including the poems "Gunga Din", "Tommy", "Mandalay", and "Danny Deever", helping consolidate his early fame as a poet.The first poems were published in the Scots Observer in the first half of 1890, and collected in Barrack-Room Ballads and Other Verses in 1892. Kipling later returned to the theme in a group of poems collected in The Seven Seas under the same title. A third group of vernacular Army poems from the Boer War, titled "Service Songs" and published in The Five Nations (1903), can be considered part of the Ballads, as can a number of other uncollected pieces.

"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.