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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."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'.

"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 Col-our-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'."

This work as a part of the knowledge base of civilization was reproduced from the original artifact, and remains as true to the original work as possible. This work is in the public domain in the United States of America, and possibly other nations. Within the United States, you may freely copy and distribute this work, as no entity (individual or corporate) has a copyright on the body of the work.This is a pre-1923 historical reproduction that was curated for quality. Quality assurance was conducted on each of these books in an attempt to remove books with imperfections introduced by the digitization process. Though we have made best efforts. We believe this work is culturally important and have elected to bring the book back into print as part of our continuing commitment to the preservation of printed works worldwide. Scholars believe, and we concur, that this work is important enough to be preserved, reproduced, and made generally available to the public. We appreciate your support of the preservation process, and thank you for being an important part of keeping this knowledge alive and relevant.“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 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'.

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This work as a part of the knowledge base of civilization was reproduced from the original artifact, and remains as true to the original work as possible. This work is in the public domain in the United States of America, and possibly other nations. Within the United States, you may freely copy and distribute this work, as no entity (individual or corporate) has a copyright on the body of the work.This is a pre-1923 historical reproduction that was curated for quality. Quality assurance was conducted on each of these books in an attempt to remove books with imperfections introduced by the digitization process. Though we have made best efforts. We believe this work is culturally important and have elected to bring the book back into print as part of our continuing commitment to the preservation of printed works worldwide. Scholars believe, and we concur, that this work is important enough to be preserved, reproduced, and made generally available to the public. We appreciate your support of the preservation process, and thank you for being an important part of keeping this knowledge alive and relevant.“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 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'.

Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936) was one of the most well known writers of the 20th century, chiefly remembered for his celebration of British imperialism, tales and poems of British soldiers in India, and his tales for children. Born in Bombay, he was taken by his family to England when he was five years old, going on to become a famous Briton. Kipling is best known for his works of fiction, including The Jungle Book, Just So Stories (1902) (1894) (a collection of stories which includes "Rikki-Tikki-Tavi"), Kim (1901) (a tale of adventure), many short stories, including "The Man Who Would Be King" (1888); and his poems, including Mandalay (1890), Gunga Din (1890), The White Man's Burden (1899) and If— (1910). He is regarded as a major "innovator in the art of the short story"; his children's books are enduring classics of children's literature; and his best works are said to exhibit "a versatile and luminous narrative gift"

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."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'.