By Rudyard Kipling
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin’ eastward to the sea,
There’s a Burma girl a-settin’, an’ I know she thinks o’ me;
For the wind is in the palm-trees, an’ the temple bells they say,
“Come you back, you British soldier, come you back to Mandalay!”
Come you back to Mandalay,
Where the old Flotilla lay;
Can’t you hear the paddles chunkin’ from
Rangoon to Mandalay?
O the road to Mandalay,