By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' lazy at 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!
this is not the all of the poem, this poem is about a British soldier thinking about his time in Burma when he was in the war, he really misses the country and a lady in particular.
It was one of my grandfathers favourite poems, so he told it to my mum, and she told me
My favourite line here is
Where the flyin' fishes play
As lonely- by Hunter dowd
As lonely as a book
with no words inside
As lonely as a whiteboard
with no words
As lonely as a taxi
with no people inside
As lonely as a meteorite
drifting into space
As lonely as a statue
sweating in the sun
As lonely as an egg
waiting to get hatched
As lonely as an eagle
in the foggy clouds
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