Where the old Flotilla lay,
With our sick beneath the awnings when we went to Mandalay!
Oh, the road to Mandalay,
Where the flyin’ fishes play,
An’ the dawn comes up like thunder outer China ’crost the Bay.
GOLD
By Arthur Guiterman
“Meed of the Toiler,” “Flame of the Sea”—
Such were the names of your poets for me.
“Metal of Mammon,” “Curse of the world”—