Poetry of Rudyard Kipling, full-text; Rudyard Kipling's poems, at everypoet.com
When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains,
And the women come out to cut up what remains,
Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
An' go to your Gawd like a soldier.
(Rats and mice don't worry about it. They're scaredy cats when it comes to rodents.)
When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains,
And the women come out to cut up what remains,
Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
An' go to your Gawd like a soldier.
(Rats and mice don't worry about it. They're scaredy cats when it comes to rodents.)