Songs from Books

Chapter Headings

The verses are listed by first line. For a listing by book, in the order determined by Kipling when preparing Songs from Books for publication click here.

Title Book First line Notes
A stone’s throw out Plain Tales from the Hills A stone’s throw out on either hand
Pity poor fighting men Sussex xxx and xxxiv All the world over, nursing their scars
Thrown away Plain Tales from the Hills And some are sulky, while some will plunge
At the hole where he went in The Jungle Book At the hole where he went in
Beat off ? The Naulahka Beat off in our last fight were we ?
Because I sought it The Naulahka Because I sought it far from men
Before my Spring Life’s Handicap Before my Spring I garnered Autumn’s gain.
The Oxen Beast and Man in India Between the waving tufts of jungle-grass
Beware the man The Naulahka Beware the man who’s crossed in love
Cry “Murder” Plain Tales from the Hills Cry “Murder” in the market-place, and each
Dark children of the mere Beast and Man in India Dark children of the mere
For our white and our excellent nights The Second Jungle Book For our white and our excellent nights—for the nights of swift running
Go, stalk the red deer .. Plain Tales from the Hills Go, stalk the red deer o’er the heather
He drank strong waters Plain Tales from the Hills He drank strong waters, and his speech was coarse
Maxims of Baloo The Jungle Book His spots are the joy of the Leopard: his horns are the Buffalo’s pride,
I have a thousand men The Light that Failed I have a thousand men, said he,
I will remember what I was The Jungle Book I will remember what I was. I am sick of rope and chain—
If I have taken the common clay The Light that Failed If I have taken the common clay
In the daytime Plain Tales from the Hills In the daytime, when she moved about me
It was not in the open fight Plain Tales from the Hills It was not in the open fight
Less you want your toes trod off Many Inventions Less you want your toes trod off you’d better get back at oince
Little Blind Fish Plain Tales from the Hills Little Blind Fish, thou art marvellous wise
Look, you hve cast out love Plain Tales from the Hills Look, you have cast out love, what gods are there
Man goes to Man! The Second Jungle Book Man goes to Man! Cry the challenge through the Jungle!
Not though you die tonight Plain Tales from the Hills Not though you die tonight, O Sweet, and wail
Night Song in the Jungle The Jungle Book Now Chil the Kite brings home the night
Now it is not good… The Naulahka Now it is nor good for the Christian’s health, to hustle the Aryan brown
Oh hush thee my baby The Jungle Book Oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us,
Pit where the buffalo cooled his hide Plain Tales from the Hills Pit where the buffalo cooled his hide
Pleasant it is Plain Tales from the Hills Pleasant it is for the Little Tin Gods
Put forth to watch Sussex xxxiv Put forth to watch, unschooled, alone
Ride with an idle whip Plain Tales from the Hills Ride with an idle whip, ride with an unused heel
Rosicrucian subtleties Plain Tales from the Hills Rosicrucian subtleties
So we loosed a bloomin’ volley Plain Tales from the Hills So we loosed a bloomin’ volley
So we settled it The Light that Failed So we settled it all when the storm was done
Stopped, in the straight Plain Tales from the Hills Stopped in the straight, when the race was his own
The beasts are very wise Beast and Man in India The beasts are very wise
The doors were wide Life’s Handicap The doors were wide, the story saith
The Earth gave up her dead Life’s Handicap The Earth gave up her dead that tide
The lark will make her hymn The Light that Failed The lark will make her hymn to God
The night we felt the earth would move The Second Jungle Book The night we felt the earth would move
The people of the Eastern Ice The Second Jungle Book The People of the Eastern Ice, they are melting like the snow—
The sky is lead Life’s Handicap The sky is lead and our faces are red
The stream is shrunk, the pool is dry The Second Jungle Book The stream is shrunk—the pool is dry,
The torn boughs trailing Beast and Man in India The torn boughs trailing
The wolf-cub at even The Light that Failed The wolf-cub at even lay hid in the corn
The World hath set Plain Tales from the Hills The World hath set its heavy yoke
Then a pile of heads, he laid Plain Tales from the Hills Then a pile of heads, he laid
Then we brought the lances The Light that Failed Then we brought the lances down—then the trumpets blew
There is a tide Plain Tales from the Hills There is a tide in the affairs of men
There is pleasure in the wet, wet clay The Naulahka There is pleasure in the wet, wet clay
There was a strife The Naulahka There was a strife ‘twixt man and maid
There were three friends The Light that Failed There were three friends that buried the fourth
There’s a convict more Life’s Handicap There’s a convict more in the Central Jail
These are the Four that are never content The Second Jungle Book These are the Four that are never content, that have never been filled since the Dews began—
They burnt a corpse Plain Tales from the Hills They burnt a corpse upon the sand
The Goat Beast and Man in India They killed a Child to please the Gods
This I saw The Naulahka This I saw when the rites were done
Thus, for a season Plain Tales from the Hills Thus, for a season, they fought it fair
Tonight, God knows Plain Tales from the Hills Tonight, God knows what thing shall tide,
Unto whose use Kim Unto whose use the pregnant suns are poised
Veil them. cover them, wall them sound The Second Jungle Book Veil them, cover them, wall them round—
We be the Gods The Naulahka We be the Gods of the East
We meet in an evil land The Naulahka We meet in an evil land
The Song of the Engines The Day’s Work We now, held in captivity
What of the hunting The Jungle Book What of the hunting, hunter bold?
When a lover hies abroad The Naulahka When a Lover hies abroad
When the earth was sick Plain Tales from the Hills When the earth was sick, and the skiess were grey
When ye say to Tabaqui ‘My Brother!’ The Second Jungle Book When ye say to Tabaqui, “My Brother!” when ye call the Hyena to meat,
While the snaffle holds Plain Tales from the Hills While the snaffle holds, or the long-neck stings
Yet at the last The Light that Failed Yet at the last, ere our spearmen had found him
You mustn’t swim till you’re six weeks old The Jungle Book You mustn’t swim till you’re six weeks old
Your patience, Sirs. The Naulahka Your patience, Sirs, The Devil took me up.