THE SEVEN SEAS THE SEVEN SEAS BY RUDYARD KIPLING METHUEN AND CO. 36 ESSEX STREET, W.C. LONDON 189(i DEDICATION TO THE CITY OF BOMBAY The Cities are full of piide, —- Challenging each to each This from her mountain-side. That from her biirthened beach. tale— They count their ships full Their corn and oil and wine, Derrick and loom and hale, And rampart's gunfecked line ,* hail : City by City they ' ' Hast aught to match with mine ? And the men that breed from them and They traffic up down, licm But cling to their cities' As a child to the mother's gotvn. vi THE SE^'EX SEAS When they talk 7vith the stranger bands, Dazed and newly alone ; When they walk in the stranger lands, By roaring streets unknown ; Blessing her where she stands For strength above their own. (On high to hold her fame That stands allfame beyond, By oath to back the same, Most faithfiil-foolish-fond ; Making her mere-breathed name Their bond upon their bond.) So thank I God my birth Fell not in isles aside— Waste headlands of the eaHli, Or warring tribes untned— But that she lent me worth And gave me right to pride. Surely in toil orfray Under an alien sky, Comfort it is to say : ' no ' Of mean city am I ! DEDICATION Vll service nor (Neither hy fee Come I to mine estate— Mother of Cities to me, For I was horn in her gate, Between the palms and the sea, Where the world-end steamers wait.) I Now for this debt owe, cheei And for herfar-horne Must I make haste and go With tribute to her pier. And she shall touch and remit After the use of kings {Orderly, ancient, fit) My deep-sea phinderings. lands. And purchase in all And this we do for a sign Her power is over mine. And mine I hold at her hands! CONTENTS DEDICATION The Cities are full ofpride, The Seven Scui A SONG OF THE ENGLISH — Fair is our lot O goodly is our heritage 1 . i The Coastwisk Lights Our brows are bound with spindrift and the weed is on our knees, .... 3 The Soxg of the Dead Hearear now the Song of the1 Dead—in the North by the torn berg-edges. The Deep-Sea Cables The wrecks dissolve above us ; their dust drops down from afar, .... X THE SEVEN SEAS PAGE Thk Song of the Sons One from the ends of the earth—gifts at an — . open floor . lo The Song of the Cities Royal and Dower-royal^ I the Queen, . ii England s Answer of to Truly ye come The Blood ; slower bless than to ban, . 15 THE FIRST CHANTEY Mine was the woman to me, darkling I found her, . 18 THE LAST CHANTEY Thus said The Lord in the Vault above the Cherubim, . 21 THE MERCHANTMEN King Solomon drew merchantmen, . 26 M 'ANDREWS' HYMN Lord, Thou hast made this world below the shadow of a di'eam, . 31 THE MIRACLES I sent a message to my dear, ... 47 CONTENTS xi TAGE THE NATIVE-BORN We 've drunk to the Queen—God bless her ! . 49 THE KING ' 'Farewell, Romance ! the Cave-men said, . 55 THE RHYME OF THE THREE SEALERS Away by the lauds of the Japanee, . 58 THE DERELICT I was the staunchest of our fleet, • • • 7o THE ANSWER A Rose, in tatters on the garden path, . 76 THE SONG OF THE BANJO You couldn't pack a Broadwood half a mile, . 78 THE LINER SHE 'S A LADY The Liner she 's a lady, an' she never looks nor 'eeds, . 85 MULHOLLAND'S CONTRACT The fear was on the cattle, for the gale was on 88 the sea, . xii THE SEVEN SEAS PAGE ANCHOR SONG Heh ! Walk her round. Heave, ah heave her short again !...... 92 THE LOST LEGION There's a Legion that never was 'listed, . 96 THE SEA-WIFE There dwells a wife by the Northern Gate, . 100 HYMN BEFORE ACTION The earth is full of anger, . .103 TO THE TRUE ROMANCE Thy face is far from this our war, . .106 THE FLOWERS Buy my English posies ! . .111 THE LAST RHYME OF TRUE THOMAS The King has called for priest and cup, . 115 IN THE NEOLITHIC AGE In the Neolithic Age savage warfare did 1 wage, 124 CONTENTS xiii PAGE THE STORY OF UNG Once, on a glittering ice-field, ages and ages ago, . J^S THE THREE-DECKER Full thirty foot she towei*ed from waterline to i-ail. 134 AN AMERICAN If the Led Striker call it a strike, . • ij9 THE MARY GLOSTER I for sickest I ve 've paid your fancies ; humoured your crackedest whim, 142 SESTINA OF THE TRAMP-ROYAL Speakin' in general, I 'ave tried 'em all, . 15S Barrack-Room Ballads- 'BACK TO THE ARMY AGAIN' I'm 'ere in a ticky ulster an' a broken hilly- cock 'at, . .163 ' BIRDS OF PREY ' MARCH March ! The mud is cakin' good about our trousies, . 168 xiv THE SEVEN SEAS PAGE ' SOLDIER AN' SAILOR TOO ' As I was spittin' into the Ditch aboard o' the Crocodile, 171 SAPPERS '\^Tien the Waters were dried an' the Earth did appear, 175 THAT DAY It got beyond all orders an' it got beyond all 'ope, 179 'THE MEN THAT FOUGHT AT MINDEN' The men that fought at Minden, they was rookies in their time, . .182 CHOLERA CAMP We 've got the cholerer in camp— it 's worse than forty fights, . .186 THE LADIES I 've taken my fun where I 've found it, . 190 BILL 'AWKINS ' ' 'As anybody seen Bill 'Awkins ? . 194 THE MOTHER-LODGE There was Rundle, Station Master, . 196 CONTENTS XV PAGE 'FOLLOW ME 'OME' There was no one like 'im, 'Orse or Foot, . 200 THE SERGEANT'S WEDDIN' 'E was warned agin 'er, 203 THE JACKET Through the Plagues of Egyp' we was chasin' Arabi, 206 THE 'EATHEN The 'eathen in 'is blindness bows down to wood an' stone, . • .210 THE SHUT-EYE SENTRY Sez the Junior Orderly Sergeant, . 217 'MARY, PITY WOMEN!' You call yourself a man, .... 222 FOR TO ADMIRE The Injian Ocean sets an' smiles, . ,225 L'ENVOI When Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried, . .229 THE SEVEN SEAS A SONG OF THE ENGLISH Fair is our lot— goodly is our heritage ! aiid he in mirth (Himible ye, my people, fearful your !) For the Lord our God Most High He hath made the deep as dry, to the ends all the He hath smote for us a j}ath?vay of Earth ! Yea, though 7ve sijined—a7id our rulers went from rishteous7i ess— Deep in all dishonour though we stained otir garments' hem. Oh he ye not dismayed, Though we stumbled and we strayed, We were led hy evil coutisellors—the Lord shall deal with them ! 2 THE SEVEN SEAS Hold the Faith—the Faith our Fathers ye sealed us ; Whoiing not with visions—overwise and overstate. Except ye pay the Lord Single heart and single sword. Of yoxir children in their bondage shall He ask them treble-tale ! Keep ye the Law— be swift in all obedience— Clear the land of evil, drive the road and bridge the ford. Make ye sure to each his own That he reap where he hath sown ; By the peace among Our peoples let men know we serve the Lord ! Hear now a song—a song of broken interludes— A song of little cunning ; of a singer nothing worth. Through the 7iaked words and mean May ye see the truth betweeii As the singer kneiv and totiched it in the eyids of all the Earth ! A SONG OF THE ENGLISH THE COASTWISE LIGHTS Our brows are bound with spindrift and the weed is on our knees ; Our loins are battered 'neath us by the swinging, smoking seas. From reef and rock and skerry— over headland, ness, and voe— The Coastwise Lights of England watch the ships of England go ! Through the endless summer evenings, on the lineless, level floors ; Through the yelling Channel tempest when the siren hoots and roars— By day the dipping house-tiag and by night the I'ocket's trail— As the sheep that graze behind us so we know them where they hail. We bridge across the dark, and bid the helmsman have a care, The flash that wheeling inland wakes his sleeping wife to prayer ; 4 THE SEVEN SEAS From our vexed eyries, head to gale, we bind in burning chains The lover from the sea-rim drawn—his love in English lanes. We greet the clippers wing-and-wing that race the Southern wool ; We warn the crawling cargo-tanks of Bremen, Leith, and Hull ; To each and all our equal lamp at peril of the sea— The white wall-sided warships or the whalers of Dundee ! Come up, come in from Eastward, from the guard- ports of the Mom ! Beat up,beat in from Southerly, Ogipsiesof the Horn ! Swift shuttles of an Empire's loom that weave us, niain to main. The Coastwise Lights of England give you welcome back again ! Go, get you gone up-Channel with the sea-crust on your plates ; Go, get you into London with the burden of your freights ! A SONG OF THE ENGLISH 5 Haste, for they talk of Empire there, and say, if any seek, silence The Lights of England sent you and by shall ye speak ! THE SONG OF THE DEAD Hear notv the Song of ike Dead—m the North hy the torn berg-edges— hide- They that look still to the Pole, asleep by their stripped sledges.