Barrack-Room Ballads
and Other Verses



(Notes by Roger Ayers
and John McGivering)



[June 29th 2010]


The poems are listed by first line; click here for a listing by title.

First line Title Notes
Abdhur Rahman, the Durani Chief, of him is the story told The Ballad of the King's Mercy
Although, as I fancy you know, I'm familiar with phrases that pain and annoy The Explanation
At the close of a winter day The Rhyme of the Three Captains
Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor The Widow at Windsor
Beyond the path of the outmost sun through utter darknesss hurled To Wolcott Balestier
Boh Da Thone was a warrior bold The Ballad of Boh da Thone
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' lazy at the sea Mandalay
Er-Heb beyond the Hills of Ao-Safai The Sacrifice of Er-heb
Help for a patriot distressed, a spotless spirit hurt 'Cleared'
I have made for you a song To T.A.
I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer Tommy
If you've ever stole a pheasant-egg be'ind the keeper's back Loot
It was our war-ship Clampherdown The Ballad of the 'Clampherdown'
I've a head like a concertina, I've a tongue like a button-stick Cells
Kabul town's by Kabul river- Ford o' Kabul River
My name is O'Kelly, I've heard the Revelly Shillin' a Day
My new-cut ashlar takes the light L'Envoi to Life's Handicap
Now this is the tale of the Council the German Kaiser decreed An Imperial Rescript
O woe is me for the merry life The Lament of the Border Cattle Thief
Oh, East is East and West is West, and never the twain shall meet The Ballad of East and West
Seven men from all the world back to Docks again The Ballad of the 'Bolivar'
Smokin' my pipe on the mountings, sniffin' the mornin' cool Screw-Guns
Soldier, soldier come from the wars Soldier, Soldier
The dead child lay in the shroud The Gift of the Sea
The wreath of banquet overnight lay withered on the neck With Scindia to Delhi
There was a row in Silver Street that's near to Dublin Quay Belts
This 'appened in a battle toa batt'ry of the corps Snarleyow'
This is the sorrowful story The Legend of Evil
This is the story of Evarra - man Evarra and his Gods
To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned Gentlemen-rankers
Troopin', troopin', troopin' to the sea Troopin'
Udai Chand lay sick to death The Last Suttee
We're marchin' on relief over Injia's sunny plains Route Marchin'
We've fought with many men acrost the seas Fuzzy Wuzzy
What are the bugles blowin' for?' said Files-on-Parade Danny Deever
When Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried L'Envoi to Barrack-Room Ballads
When spring-time flushes the desert grass The Ballad of the King's Jest
When the 'arf-made recruity goes out to the East The Young British Soldier
When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold The Conundrum of the Workshops
Where have you been this while away The Widow's Party
Winds of the World, give answer! They are whimpering to and fro- The English Flag
Wot makes the soldier's 'eart to penk, wot makes 'im to perspire? Oonts
You may talk o' gin and beer Gunga Din