Text R.Kipling
1.
Hear now the Song of the Dead - in the North by the torn berg-edges -
They that look still to the Pole asleep by their hide-stripped sledges.
Song of the Dead in the South - in the sun by their skeleton horses
Where the warrigal whimpers and bays through the dust
of the sear river-courses.

Song of the Dead in the East - in the heat-rotted jungle hollows
Where the dog-ape barks in the kloof -
in the brake of the buffalo-wallows.
Song of the Dead in the West -
in the Barrens the waste that betrayed them
Where the wolverene tumbles their packs
from the camp and the grave-mound they made them;
Hear now the Song of the Dead!

2.
We`re footslogslogslogsloggin` over Africa!
Footfootfootfootsloggin` over Africa!
Bootsbootsbootsboots movin` up and down again!
There`s no discharge in the war!

Sevensixelevenfivenine-an`-twenty mile to-day
Fourelevenseventeenthirty-two the day before
Bootsbootsbootsboots movin` up and down again!
There`s no discharge in the war!

Don`tdon`tdon`tdon`tlook at what`s in front of you
Bootsbootsbootsboots movin` up an` down again;
Menmenmenmenmen go mad with watchin` `em
An` there`s no discharge in the war.

Trytrytrytryto think o` something different -
OhmyGodkeepme from goin` lunatic!
Bootsbootsbootsboots movin` up an` down again!
There`s no discharge in the war.

Countcountcountcountthe bullets in the bandoliers;
Ifyoureyesdropthey will get atop o` you
Bootsbootsbootsboots movin` up and down again
There`s no discharge in the war!

Wecanstickout`unger thirst an` weariness
Butnotnotnotnot the chronic sight of `em;
Bootsbootsbootsboots movin` up an` down again
An` there`s no discharge in the war!

`Tain`tsobadbyday because o` company
But nightbringslongstrings o` forty thousand million
Bootsbootsbootsboots movin` up an` down again.
There`s no discharge in the war!

I`avemarchedsixweeks in `Ell an` certify
Itisnotfiredevils dark or anything
But bootsbootsboots movin` up an` down again
An` there`s no discharge in the war!

3.
If I were hanged on the highest hill
Mother o mine. O mother o mine!
I know whose love would follow me still
Mother o mine. O mother o mine!

If I were drowned in the deepest sea
Mother o mine. O mother o mine!
I know whose tears would come down to me
Mother o mine. O mother o mine!

If I were damned of body and soul
I know whose prayers would make me whole
Mother o mine. O mother o mine!