MandalayRudyard KiplingBy the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin’ lazy at the sea, There’s a Burma girl a-settin’, and I know she thinks o’ me; For the wind is in the palm-trees, and 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 ‘ear their paddles chunkin’ from Rangoon to Mandalay?             On the road to Mandalay,             Where the flyin’-fishes play,             An’ the dawn comes up like thunder outer China ‘crost the Bay! ‘Er petticoat was yaller an’ ‘er little cap was green, An’ ‘er name… Read more »