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nAdasudhArasa

Ragam : Arabhi

Thalam : rUpakam

Pallavi : NAdasudhArasambilanu narAkrutAya manasA

Anupallavi : VEdapurANAgama sAstrATulakAdhAramaina

Charanam :SvaramulArunnOkaTi ghaNTalu vararAgamu kOdaNDamu Dura naya dEshyamu triguNamu niratagati sharamura

Sarasa sangati sandarbhamu gala giramulurA dharabhajana bhAgyamurA tyAgarAju sEvincu

Meaning:

Drink the nectar of pure Nada, O Mind.

Sri Rama is the incarnation of Omkara, which is the essence of the Vedas and the Shastras.

The raagas have become his bow, the Kodanda. The seven notes are the bells tied to the bow and the three styles, Ghana, Naya and Desya are the strings of the bow. The gatis are the numerous arrows and the sangatis are his soft speech.

What is the good fortune of Tyagaraja to have got this gift from the Lord.

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Enta bhAgyamu

Ragam : sAranga

Thalam : dEshAdi

Pallavi : Enta bhAgyamu ! mApAla galgitivi EvarIDu mujjagamulalO dana

Anupallavi : centajEri saujanyuDai paliki cinta bAga tOlaginci brocitivi !

Charanam : munnu nIsamIpamuna vElayu sanmunulanElla naNimAdi lIlalacE dinnagAnu pAlanamu jEsinaTu nannu gAcitivi tyAgarAjanuta

Meaning:

What good fortune is this? You are my refuge. Who is your equal in the three worlds?

You came near me talked to me with your charming face and alleviated me of all my worries.

Long ago, you did the same by protecting all the sages who realised you through the eight sidhdhis like Anima. You have done the same to me. Tyagaraja worships you.

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girirAjasutA tanaya

Ragam : bangALa

Thalam : dEshAdi

Pallavi :
GirirAjasutA tanaya sadaya

Anupallavi :
SuranATha mukhArcita pAdayuga! paripAlayamAm ibharAjamukha!

Charanam :
GananATha ! parAtpara ! sankarAgama vArinidhi rajanIkara ! PhanirAjakaNkana ! vighna nivAraNa ! shAmbhava ! srItyAgarAjanuta

Meaning:

O son of the daughter of the king of the mountains, O kind hearted one!

Protect me, O one who has the face of the king of the elephants. Your feet are worshipped by the king of the Gods.

O lord of the Ganas, O supreme one! You are the auspicious who is like a moon to the ocean like Vedas. The serpent king adorns your arm like a bracelet. You are the remover of obstacles. O son of Shambhu, Tyagaraja worships you.

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Gala

Gala hangs from the window frame
Dressed in black and white
Her face is colourless
In the moonlight
She turns around and her lips move
But the words just drop away
She leans on the back of a chair
And her arms begin to sway
She and I can hear voices
Talking in the room next door
Saying things we used to say
That we cant believe in any more
Weve seen too many castles crumble
Made too many innocent mistakes
Who could have known that one house
Could hold so much heartbreak?
And then the clockbell rings
The wind blows in -
Gala makes for the door.
Her eyes blaze
And her hands are shaking
She opens her mouth and roars!
Gala doesnt want, gala doesnt need
She claws at her face
With her nails till it bleeds
She runs down the stairs
In her poor bare-feet
Shes too woman to cry or go down on her knees
Then her mother is there
And her voice is soft
She pulls gala close
She soothes galas cuts
And gently chides
And gala knows...
That gala shouldnt worry
She neednt be afraid
Because there are sailors on the sea tonight
In ships that God made
Look! they cast out the line
With a heave two-three-four
And they sing as they pull
Our lost souls aboard

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Gala

Gala hangs from the window frame
Dressed in black and white
Her face is colourless
In the moonlight
She turns around and her lips move
But the words just drop away
She leans on the back of a chair
And her arms begin to sway
She and I can hear voices
Talking in the room next door
Saying things we used to say
That we cant believe in any more
Weve seen too many castles crumble
Made too many innocent mistakes
Who could have known that one house
Could hold so much heartbreak?
And then the clockbell rings
The wind blows in -
Gala makes for the door.
Her eyes blaze
And her hands are shaking
She opens her mouth and roars!
Gala doesnt want, gala doesnt need
She claws at her face
With her nails till it bleeds
She runs down the stairs
In her poor bare-feet
Shes too woman to cry or go down on her knees
Then her mother is there
And her voice is soft
She pulls gala close
She soothes galas cuts
And gently chides
And gala knows...
That gala shouldnt worry
She neednt be afraid
Because there are sailors on the sea tonight
In ships that God made
Look! they cast out the line
With a heave two-three-four
And they sing as they pull
Our lost souls aboard

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Kuch Naya Sa

Pee ke ladkhadana
aur ladkhada ke sambhal jana to saaki
Purani aadat thi,
Youn bin piye ladkhadana
aur ladkhadayee he jaana
yeh,
nayee bala hai.

Chot khakar dard me tadpna
aur tadap kar roo jana
to theek tha,
youn bina chot dard me chatpatana
aur chatpatahat mei chein pana,
yeh,
naya marz hai.

Jang me jeetna aur
uska jashn manana
Riwaz hai purana,
Youn bin lade sabkuch haar jaana
Phir haar ka jashn manana,
yeh,
Naya dastoor hai.

Kuch paana, aur paakar khona
Toh samajh aata hai,
Youn bin kuch paaye hi sab kuch khoo dena
yeh,
Naya sa ahsas hai.

Pee ke ladkhadana
aur ladkhada ke sambhal jana to saaki
Purani aadat thi,
Youn bin piye ladkhadana
aur ladkhadayee he jaana
yeh,
nayee bala hai.

poem by Anjali Kakati
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Merry Christmas From Around The World

Afrikaans: Gesëende Kersfees

Afrikander: Een Plesierige Kerfees

African/ Eritrean/ Tigrinja: Rehus-Beal-Ledeats

Albanian: Gezur Krislinjden

Arabic: Idah Saidan Wa Sanah Jadidah

Argentine: Feliz Navidad

Armenian: Shenoraavor Nor Dari yev Pari Gaghand

Azeri: Tezze Iliniz Yahsi Olsun

Bahasa Malaysia: Selamat Hari Natal

Basque: Zorionak eta Urte Berri On!

Bengali: Shuvo Naba Barsha

Bohemian: Vesele Vanoce

Brazilian: Boas Festas e Feliz Ano Novo

Breton: Nedeleg laouen na bloavezh mat

Bulgarian: Tchestita Koleda; Tchestito Rojdestvo Hristovo

Catalan: Bon Nadal i un Bon Any Nou!

Chile: Feliz Navidad

Chinese: (Cantonese) Gun Tso Sun Tan’Gung Haw Sun

Chinese: (Mandarin) Kung His Hsin Nien bing Chu Shen Tan

Choctaw: Yukpa, Nitak Hollo Chito

Columbia: Feliz Navidad y Próspero Año Nuevo

Cornish: Nadelik looan na looan blethen noweth

Corsian: Pace e salute

Crazanian: Rot Yikji Dol La Roo

Cree: Mitho Makosi Kesikansi

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dillo Alla Luna

Guardami quando mi parli........
Guardami quando mi parli........
Guardami quando mi parli........
Guarda se "vero"!?
Guardami quando mi parli.......
Guarda se "tremo"!?
...mmhh!....Smettila di parlare....
Guardando il muro!!!
E..... se qualcosa mi devi dire....
Dimmelo "duro"!
Guardala in faccia la Realt!
e quando dura!.......
sar "sfortuna"......
........SFORTUNA!!!!!
Guardala in faccia La Realt!
....... pi "sicura"!
Guardala in faccia La Realt...
"meno dura"!.....
Se c' qualcosa che non ti va?!?...
.....dillo alla Luna!.....
Pu darsi che "porti fortuna"!...
.....dirlo alla Luna!.........
Guardami in faccia quando mi parli!
se sei "sincera"!
Se non mi guardi quando mi parli....
non sei "sicura"!
La voglio in faccia la "verit"....
e se "sar dura"!.....
La chiamer "sfortuna"!....
.....Maledetta SFORTUNA!!!!!!!!

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bhUvini dAsuDanE

Raga: shrIranjani

Tala: dEshAdi

pallavi
bhUvini dAsuDanE pErAsacE bOnkulADitinA budhamanOhara

anupallavi
avivEka mAnavula gOri kOri aDDudrOva trOkkitinA brOvavE

caraNam
cAla saukhyamO kaShTamO nEnu jAlijEnditinA sarivArilO
pAlamuncina nITamuncinA padamulE gati tyAgarAjanuta

Word to word meaning:

pErAsacE : with the greed to
anE : be known as
dAsuDu: your devotee
bhuvini: in this earth
bOnkulADitinA: did I lie?
budha manOhara: Oh one who enchants the wise?

gOri kOri: asking favours from
avivEka: ignorant
mAnavulu: men
aDDudrOva trOkkitinA: did I traverse crooked paths?
brOvavE: protect me

nEnu jAlijEnditinA: did I think
tsAla saukhyamO: of good times
kaShTamO: or difficult times?
sarivArilO: for people like me
pAlamuncina : what if you bathe me in milk
nItamuncina : or water?
padamulE gati: your feet are my only refuge

Meaning:

Oh one who enchants the wise, did I lie out of greed to be known as your foremost devotee on this earth?

Did I traverse crooked paths and lower myself by begging from base individuals? Protect me!

Did I ever bother about profit or loss? For people like me, to whom your feet are the only refuge, whether we bathe in milk or water it is all the same.

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Manthara

Ajira Surya bhinna
na janila na thekhila
na bujhila lokaku swapna
swapna au dukha
dukha au shoka
shoka au hahakara.

Tume jana
au tumadei mu jane
ketebele kouthi ki karya.
Mu jane kichhi bi nuhein
ethi akarana
karyakarana bhitare
samparka jodila belaku
pratiti sttanare
rahi rahi jauchhi tumara adachinha
dekhila lokaku dishuchhi
na dekhila lokaku sunya.

tume tebe kana
kana tuma saha mora samparka
hei hei kahu kahu
jauchhi au kuadaku
jie mora kahuchhi
tume tara
jie mora kahucchi tume tathu dura
ascharya a sarata sara sansara.

2

Ate sigra samaya chali jauchi kichi jani heu ni
samanya swana tie bhali sukhila hada khande pai
lobha karuchhi. Sinhaku dekhi bhabuchhi
Mothu chadei nebaku Aasuchhiki?
Ki nirbodhata mote grasuchhi
Mu mora badai karuchhi aau sei
badhaira analare nije dagdha hoichhi.

Jaha kichhi bhabithili, hela kana
Kana bhabithili hela kana
sakara aau nirakaraku kouthi kana
Rakhihela?
Yabade kana rahila?

Mora sara mothiki bahidi Aasiba
Kalpana na thila.
Aau amiti sabu sabu a kasangare hataru

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Jarata

1

Anka kasidelabelaku samaste ascharya
emiti phala baharila kemiti
jaha kaunasi sankyare chidunain.
sakala bipadaku taulilabelaku
bhari paduchhi a rajya
khuna jani guna uthuchhi ubuki.
Sara dipahara aaha chu chu karibaku
kie achhi bahara.

Netrutwa neba kana ede sahaja
mati pachi panka gandheilejai phute padma.
Bishada samayare sahi sambhali
rahiparile prakatibe Rama
juadu jemiti pabana bahuchhi
bahuthau chhada nain niti niyama.

Pratiti muhurtare jadi kichhi kichhi sikhuchha tebe jiinchha
samayara aahwana swikara kari aabhijana aarambha kale
hata paantaku aasijiba bijaya.

Bijay!
kahara bijaya?
satyara sindura phatibabele
jie thia hoithiba nischala tahara
kie uchha nischha kie
satrukie kiemitra
bachhabichara kichhi na thiba.

2

kana kemiti karibi mote pachara nain
kemiti udeibi aakasha chutuki phutai
kie kana karibe kemiti karibe
sabu jojana sarichhi
hebaki badalai kara kapala kostthi.
Janma mora bhala lagi
kebe karinain anista chinta kaharahele.
Jaha karichhi a jae sabu para lagi
mothi para aapana bheda e nain.

Samadrustire dekhichhi sabhinki
galikandi buleichhi panira siara kati kati.
Jaichhi jebe sakhinka melare
swapna dekhichhi matira aakashara
Taranakshyaramane olehhi aasichhanti sabhinka munhare
phutiuthichhi hasa.

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Ya Tvoya Ne Pervaja

Allo,
Allo,
Vidish' veter?
Nu I chto?
Posmotri v okno,
Nu I chto?
A vchera bylo solntse,
Nu I chto?
Zachem ty vse vremya govorish' odno I tozhe?
A ya avtootvetchik.
Vzyat' I uspokoit'sya,
Zoloto Molchanie,
Radio bessonitsa,
Stantsiya proschanie.
Kto komu dostanetsya,
Vypadet monetkami?
Kto komu ostanets'ya
Nervami, tabletkami?
Za nochnymi oknami
Zakrichit, slomaetsya,
Eto ne schitaetsya, eto ne schitaetsya.
Vernaya, nevernaya,
Tikhaya, pechal'naya.
Ya tvoya ne pervaya,
Ty moya sluchainaya.
Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi,
Pokazhi, pokazhi, mne lyubov'.
Pokazhi pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi.
Pochemu, pochemu ya s toboi.
Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi,
Pokazhi, pokazhi, mne lyubov'.
Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi.
Pochemu, pochemu, ya s toboi.
Kazhetsya, okazhetsya
Prosche ne znokomit'sya.
Kto iz nas otkazhetsya
Vzyat' I uspikoit'sya?
Devochki kak devochki,
A potom - lunatiki,
Nomera I strelochki
Shokoladki, fantiki.
Spryachetsya, rasplachetsya,
Skazhet, ispugaetsya.
Eto ne schitaetsya, eto ne schitaetsya.
Vernaya, nevervaya,
Tikhaya, pechal'naya.
Ya tvoya ne pervaya,
Ty moya sluchainaya.
Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi,
Pokazhi, pokazhi, mne lyubov'.

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Pokazhi Mne Lyubov'

Allo,
Allo,
Vidish' veter?
Nu I chto?
Posmotri v okno,
Nu I chto?
A vchera bylo solntse,
Nu I chto?
Zachem ty vse vremya govorish' odno I tozhe?
A ya avtootvetchik.
Vzyat' I uspokoit'sya,
Zoloto Molchanie,
Radio bessonitsa,
Stantsiya proschanie.
Kto komu dostanetsya,
Vypadet monetkami?
Kto komu ostanets'ya
Nervami, tabletkami?
Za nochnymi oknami
Zakrichit, slomaetsya,
Eto ne schitaetsya, eto ne schitaetsya.
Vernaya, nevernaya,
Tikhaya, pechal'naya.
Ya tvoya ne pervaya,
Ty moya sluchainaya.
Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi,
Pokazhi, pokazhi, mne lyubov'.
Pokazhi pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi.
Pochemu, pochemu ya s toboi.
Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi,
Pokazhi, pokazhi, mne lyubov'.
Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi.
Pochemu, pochemu, ya s toboi.
Kazhetsya, okazhetsya
Prosche ne znokomit'sya.
Kto iz nas otkazhetsya
Vzyat' I uspikoit'sya?
Devochki kak devochki,
A potom - lunatiki,
Nomera I strelochki
Shokoladki, fantiki.
Spryachetsya, rasplachetsya,
Skazhet, ispugaetsya.
Eto ne schitaetsya, eto ne schitaetsya.
Vernaya, nevervaya,
Tikhaya, pechal'naya.
Ya tvoya ne pervaya,
Ty moya sluchainaya.
Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi,
Pokazhi, pokazhi, mne lyubov'.

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Lasciatemi Morire

Lasciatemi morire
Lasciatemi morire
E chi volete
Voi che mi conforte
In cosi dura sorte
In cosi gran martire
Lasciatemi morire
Lasciatemi morire
E chi volete
Voi che mi conforte
In cosi dura sorte
In cosi gran martire
Lasciatemi morire
Lasciatemi morire
Translation:
Let me die, let me die
Why do you want to console me
In such a bitter fate?
In such a great torment?
Let me die, let me die...

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The Law.....

the law is the mold
where we are supposed to take shape
as though we are water or air
and it is the vessel, and

the vessel after we have been shaped
to its likeness
from its mouth tries to tell the world
that here we are
happily married to the prescribed form

all, uniform, all so cruelly shaped
to the likeness of everyone
and those who complained about the pain
is met by the adage at the gate

dura lex, sed lex
dura lex, sed lex.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Corazn Prohibido

(heavens what I feel - spanish version)
Un amor se adueo de mi
Desatando mis sentidos
Anhelando un corazn prohibido
Un amor que me llevo hasta el ti
Que a pesar de este vacio
Puede hacerme tan feliz
Por ti yo he roto , las reglas del amor
Jamas pense perder el corazon
Y me atrapa esta locura
Que me siente y que me dura
Nada puedo hacer para escapar de ti
Nunca imagine poder amarte asi
Tienes otro amor
Y otro amor me tiene ami
Nunca yo soe quererte tanto asi
Que culpa tengo yo?
Si descubri el amor solo por ti
Coro: amor que nunca muere
Contigo para siempre
Gloria : contigo para siempre
Coro : yo se vivir solo por ti
Gloria : como hayer al corazon saber
Cuando llega el sentimiento
Que el amor es un camino insierto
Este amor que siento en mi nacer
Me devuelve aquel secreto
Que una vez temi perder
Por ti yo he roto , las reglas del amor
Jamas pense perder el corazon
Y me atrapa esta locura
Que me siente y que me dura
Nada puedo hacer para escapar de ti
Nunca imagine poder amarte asi
Tienes otro amor
Y otro amor me tiene ami
Nunca yo soe quererte tanto asi
Que culpa tengo yo?
Si descubri el amor solo por ti
Coro : amor que nunca muere
Contigo para siempre
Yo se vivir solo por ti
Sueo , sueo
Gloria : poder tenerte entre mis anhelos
Coro : sueo , sueo
Gloria : si quieres saber mi soledad
Nunca imagine poder amarte asi
Tienes otro amor
Y otro amor me tiene a mi
Nunca yo soe quererte tanto asi

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Ratigala

Katahela golapgachha
Aau bhangila shanti.
Aaji dinaku kie kemiti
byabahara kala helani jani.

Kata hela golapgachha
Aau padha sarila
Kana lekhathila pakhudare.
Jie padhila nathila sie aau.
Aau jie kahila bjhapadilani kichhi
Golapgachha katahela
Rati bi nathila ratibhali.

Bhala hela ki hela ni
bujhibaku na thile kehi
Jie aasila sie gala
Kichhi na bujhi musa gatare
Rahla aakhi.

Rati ta amiti gala
Sakalaku na thila golapgachha
Golapgachha bisaya nathila
Golapgachha jagare Kana
Rahila kia kahaku
pachari chanihilani janibaku.

Golapgachha je golapgachha
Milu na thila uttara kahathu.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Bharata kahara

India that is bharat kahara
we the people of india karuchhe
kama kaha pain
kie kahaku kana dele
paila kana kie kahathu.

aryabarta bharata rahila kauthi
khojibaku jai pherichhi ki kie
amara sahamti amara sanhati
amara bhasa amara sahitya sanskruti
amathu kie neuchhi chhadai.

ame samajbadi ame sarbabhouma
eita nuhen ki bhrama
bharatara sadharana lokatie
paichhi kebe byaktira sammana
achhi ki chintare chetanare biswasare dharma.

kuade gala samajika arthanaitika
rajanaitika au au jete jete nyaya
amara bana giri lata nadi hrada samudra
pasu pashki sampada kuade gala kuha.

kebe heba ame au bharatiya
kebe heba ame au amara.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Our Motto

Congratulations on your recent victory,
Senator.

'Thank you so much.
We are thrilled to be here.'

We appreciate you granting us access,
For this interview...
And trust your campaign for transparency,
Extends to allow further discussions...
That are open to us in the future.

'Of course.
By all means.'

I'd like to ask a few questions?

'Anything.
We are not going to be,
Like the current administration.
Say one thing and mean another.
Remember I said that.'

I will.
Senator...
You and your collegues won,
Over the other party...
Because of failed policies.
And excessive spending.
Yet...
Tonight,
Not only were we not granted admission,
To your welcoming gala this evening.
But also...
Your party is spending millions,
For this festive gala.
Can you explain that?
This seems to be a contradiction.

'Of course.
There is no contradiction at all.
Had you ever given a surprise party for anyone?
And the surprise was to ensure...
A cushion of funds would assist them on their way? '

No!
Not at all.
That's hypocritical.

'We wanted our opponents to curb their spending.

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School theme 15. Sir, you’ve shaken off a bad habit.

- Sir! Can’t you see me shake?
__________________________- And what?
- You haven’t given the homework.
- I remember, but you began
To shake like an aspen leaf when
I gave you this test.
__________________- It’s done.
- Really?
________- And no one
Helped me.
___________- That sounds great!
I think it’s my gala day!
Tell me why you were nervous, Jess.
- The test shook me up.
___________________- It was less
Difficult than the last one.
_______________________- I saw,
Yes, and couldn’t believe my eyes, Sir!
- You want to ask me something.
___________________________- Sir,
Will you, please, hurry up?
_______________________- What for?
- The break will begin soon.
________________________- Yes,
It‘s not begun.
______________- The homework…
______________________________- Jess,
You had a test, I shan’t give you
Any tasks.
___________- Sir, in my view
You’ve shaken off it! Not too bad!
Yes! ! ! Gala day, Sir! Is that flat?

poem by Konstantin Ananin
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Lead Soldiers

The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions
and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. Miniature rockets
peppering the black bricks with golden stars, as though a gala
flamed a night of victorious wars.

The nodding mandarin on the bookcase moves his head forward and back, slowly,
and looks into the air with his blue-green eyes. He stares into the air
and nods - forward and back. The red rose in his hand is a crimson splash
on his yellow coat. Forward and back, and his blue-green eyes stare
into the air, and he nods - nods.

Tommy's soldiers march to battle,
Trumpets flare and snare-drums rattle.
Bayonets flash, and sabres glance -
How the horses snort and prance!
Cannon drawn up in a line
Glitter in the dizzy shine
Of the morning sunlight. Flags
Ripple colours in great jags.
Red blows out, then blue, then green,
Then all three - a weaving sheen
Of prismed patriotism. March
Tommy's soldiers, stiff and starch,
Boldly stepping to the rattle
Of the drums, they go to battle.

Tommy lies on his stomach on the floor and directs his columns.
He puts his infantry in front, and before them ambles a mounted band.
Their instruments make a strand of gold before the scarlet-tunicked soldiers,
and they take very long steps on their little green platforms,
and from the ranks bursts the song of Tommy's soldiers marching to battle.
The song jolts a little as the green platforms stick on the thick carpet.
Tommy wheels his guns round the edge of a box of blocks, and places
a squad of cavalry on the commanding eminence of a footstool.

The fire snaps pleasantly, and the old Chinaman nods - nods. The fire makes
the red rose in his hand glow and twist. Hist! That is a bold song
Tommy's soldiers sing as they march along to battle.

Crack! Rattle! The sparks fly up the chimney.

Tommy's army's off to war -
Not a soldier knows what for.
But he knows about his rifle,
How to shoot it, and a trifle
Of the proper thing to do

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poem by Amy Lowell
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