FORD O' KABUL RIVER
Kabul town's by Kabul river,

GENTLEMEN-RANKERS
To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned,

ROUTE MARCHIN'
We're marchin' on relief over Injia's sunny plains,

SHILLIN' A DAY
My name is O'Kelly, I've heard the Revelly,


OTHER VERSES


THE BALLAD OF EAST AND WEST
Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,

THE LAST SUTTEE
Udai Chand lay sick to death,

THE BALLAD OF THE KING'S MERCY
Abdhur Rahman, the Durani Chief, of him is the story told,

THE BALLAD OF THE KING'S JEST
When spring-time flushes the desert grass,

WITH SCINDIA TO DELHI
The wreath of banquet overnight lay withered on the neck,