Show MADAY By the old Moulmeln pagoda lookln eastward east-ward to the sea Thcres a Burma girt asettng and I know she thinks of me For the wind Is In the palm trees and the te templebels they say Come you back you British soldier come you back to Mandaiay Come you back to Mandala Where the old flotilla lay Cant you car their paddles chunkln from Rangoon to llandalay On the road 1 Mandala3 where the lyln fishes play An the dawn comes up like thunder outer China crest the bayEr bay-Er petticoat was aler an er little cap was green An er name was Suplyawlatjest the same as Thebaws queen An I seed her first asmokln of a whack in white cheroot An awastn Christmas kisses on an earthen Idols foot Bloomln idol made o mud Vot they called tho Great Gawd Budd Plucky lot she cared for idols when I kissed er where the shod I On the road to landala3 When the mist was on the rice fields an the sun was dloppln slow I Shod KulaInIo gut er little banjo an shed sing With en arm upon my shoulder an er check ngin my chek I 1e uster watch the steamers an the hath Is pln teak I Eiephlnls apln teak In the sludgy creek Where the silence ung that eavy you was art frid to speak On the road to Mandalay But thats all shove bhlnd melong ago an fur away An there aint no busses runnin from the Bank to Mandalay An Im learln ero In London what the tenyear soldier tells I 3ouve card the East acln you wont never cad naught else No you wont eeel noUn else But them spicy garhlcsniells An tie sunshine an the palm trees an the tnk templebels On the road to Mandalay I am sick of wastn leather on thee gritty pavin stones An the tbl tlc N nnilSh drizzle wakes the fever In my bones The I walks with fifty ousemalds outer Chelsea to the Strand An they talks a lot 0 lovIn but wot do they understand Beefy face an grubby and Law wet do they understand Ive a neater sweeter maiden In a cleaner clean-er greener land On the road to landala Ship me to somewhere east of Suez where the best Is like the worst Where there aint no Ten Commandments an I man can rise a thirst For the templebell are cal an its there that I would ue By the aie 1loulmeln pagoda lookln lazy at the sea On the road to lIandalay Vhere the old flotilla lay Vlh our sick beneath the aving when we went to landala On the road to landala3 Where the tyln fishes play An tlle dawn comes up hike thunder outer China crest the bay |