By The Old Moulmein Pagoda, Lookin' Eastward To 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 Was Supi-Yaw-Lat, Jes' The Same As Theebaw'S Queen, An' I Seed Her First A-Smokin' Of A Whackin' White Cheroot, An' A-Wastin' Christian Kisses On An 'Eathen Idol'S Foot: Bloomin' Idol Made O'Mud, Wot They Called The Great Gawd Budd, Plucky Lot She Cared For Idols When I Kissed 'Er Where She Stud! On The Road To Mandalay . . . When The Mist Was On The Rice-Fields An' The Sun Was Droppin' Slow, She'd Git 'Er Little Banjo An' She'd Sing "Kulla-Lo-Lo!" With 'Er Arm Upon My Shoulder An' 'Er Cheek Agin' My Cheek We Useter Watch The Steamers An' The Hathis Pilin' Teak. Elephints A-Pilin' Teak In The Sludgy, Squdgy Creek, Where The Silence 'Ung That 'Eavy You Was 'Arf Afraid To Speak! On The Road To Mandalay . . . But That's All Shove Be'Ind Me, Long Ago An' Fur Away, An' There Ain'T No 'Busses Runnin' From The Bank To Mandalay; An' I'm Learnin' 'Ere In London What The Ten-Year Soldier Tells: "If You've 'Eard The East A-Callin', You Won't Never 'Eed Naught Else." No! You Won't 'Eed Nothin' Else But Them Spicy Garlic Smells, An' The Sunshine An' The Palm-Trees An' The Tinkly Temple-Bells; On The Road To Mandalay . . . I Am Sick O' Wastin' Leather On These Gritty Pavin'-Stones, An' The Blasted Henglish Drizzle Wakes The Fever In My Bones; Tho' I Walks With Fifty 'Ousemaids Outer Chelsea To The Strand, An' They Talks A Lot O' Lovin', But Wot Do They Understand? Beefy Face An' Grubby 'And, Law! Wot Do They Understand? I've A Neater, Sweeter Maiden In A Cleaner, Greener Land! On The Road To Mandalay . . . Ship Me Somewheres East Of Suez, Where The Best Is Like The Worst, Where There Aren't No Ten Commandments An' A Man Can Raise A Thirst; For The Temple-Bells Are Callin', An' It's There That I Would Be, By The Old Moulmein Pagoda, Looking Lazy At The Sea; On The Road To Mandalay, Where The Old Flotilla Lay, With Our Sick Beneath The Awnings When We Went To Mandalay! On The Road To Mandalay, Where The Flyin'-Fishes Play, An' The Dawn Comes Up Like Thunder Outer China 'Crost The Bay!