There's a Burma girl a-settin' . . .

. . .

'Er petticoat was yaller,

And 'er little cap was green,

And 'er name was Supi-yaw-lat,

Just the same as Thebaw's queen;

And I seen 'er first a-smokin'

Of a whackin' white cheroot,

And a-wastin' Christian kisses

On an 'eathen idol's foot,

On an 'eathen idol's foot.

Bloomin' idol made o' mud,

What they called the great gawd Budd!

Plucky lot she cared for idols

When I kissed 'er where she stood!

Oh, the road to Mandalay

Where the flyin' fishes play,

And the dawn comes up like thunder

Out o' China 'crost the bay!

. . .

Elephints a-pilin' teak

In the sludgy, squdgy creek,

An' the silence 'ung that 'eavy,

You was arf afraid to speak!
. . .
When you've 'eard the East a-callin',
You won't never 'eed nothin' else!

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Thank you, Cousin Ruddy, wherever you are.

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