1 If down here I chance to die, Solemnly I beg you take All that is left of “I” To the Hills for old sake’s sake, Pack me very thoroughly In the ice that used to slake Pegs I drank when I was dry— This observe for old sake’s sake. 2 To the railway station hie, There a single ticket take For Umballa—goods-train—I Shall not mind delay or shake. I shall rest contentedly Spite of clamor coolies make; Thus in state and dignity Send me up for old sake’s sake. 3 Next the sleepy Babu wake, Book a Kalka van “for four.” Few, I think, will care to make Journeys with me any more As they used to do of yore. I shall need a "special brake"— Thing I never took before— Get me one for old sake’s sake. 4 After that—arrangements make. No hotel will take me in, And a bullock’s back would break ’Neath the teak and leaden skin. Tonga ropes are frail and thin, Or, did I a back-seat take, In a tonga I might spin,— Do your best for old sake’s sake. 5 After that — your work is done. Recollect a Padre must Mourn the dear departed one— Throw the ashes and the dust. Don’t go down at once. I trust You will find excuse to “snake Three days’ casual on the bust,”— Get your fun for old sake’s sake. 6 I could never stand the Plains. Think of blazing June and May, Think of those September rains Yearly till the Judgment Day! I should never rest in peace, I should sweat and lie awake. Rail me then, on my decease, To the Hills for old sake’s sake!
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