The Injian Ocean sets an’ smiles |
So sof’, so bright, so bloomin’ blue; |
There aren’t a wave for miles an’ miles |
Excep’ the jiggle from the screw. |
The ship is swep’, the day is done, |
The bugle’s gone for smoke and play; |
An’ black ag’in the settin’ sun |
The Lascar sings, «Hum deckty hai!» |
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For to admire an’ for to see, |
For to be’old this world so wide - |
It never done no good to me, |
But I can’t drop it if I tried! |
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I see the sergeants pitchin’ quoits, |
I ’ear the women laugh an’ talk, |
I spy upon the quarter-deck |
The officers an’ lydies walk. |
I thinks about the things that was, |
An’ leans an’ looks across the sea, |
Till, spite of all the crowded ship, |
There’s no one lef’ alive but me. |
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The things that was which I ’ave seen, |
In barrick, camp, an’ action too, |
I tells them over by myself, |
An’ sometimes wonders if they’re true; |
For they was odd - most awful odd - |
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There must be ’eaps o’ plenty such, |
An' if I wait I’ll see some more. |
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Oh, I 'ave come upon the books, |
An' frequent broke a barrick-rule, |
An' stood beside an' watched myself |
Be'avin' like a bloomin' fool. |
I paid my price for findin' out, |
Nor never grutched the price I paid, |
But sat in Clink without my boots, |
Admirin' 'ow the world was made. |
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Be’old a cloud upon the beam, |
An' 'umped above the sea appears |
Old Aden, like a barrick-stove |
That no one's lit for years an' years. |
I passed by that when I began, |
An' I go 'ome the road I came, |
A time-expired soldier-man |
With six years' service to 'is name. |
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My girl she said, «Oh, stay with me!» |
My mother 'eld me to 'er breast. |
They've never written none, an' so |
They must 'ave gone with all the rest - |
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An' found an’ known an’ met along. |
I cannot say the things I feel, |
And so I sing my evenin’ song: |
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’old this world so wide - |
It never done no good to me, |
But I can't drop it if I tried! |