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posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 05:25am on 2006-01-23 under , ,

Howso' great their clamour, whatso'er their claim,
Suffer not the old King under any name!
He shall mark our goings, question whence we came,
Set his guards about us, as in Freedom's name.

Here is naught unproven--here is naught to learn,
It is written what shall fall if the King return.
He shall take a tribute; toll of all our ware;
He shall change our gold for arms--arms we may not bear.

He shall break his Judges if they cross his word;
He shall rule above the Law calling on the Lord.
He shall peep and mutter; and the night shall bring
Watchers 'neath our windows, lest we mock the King--

Hate and all divisions; hosts of hurrying spies;
Money poured in secret; carrion breeding flies.
Strangers of his counsel, hirelings of his pay,
These shall deal our Justice: sell--deny--delay.
-- from the middle of "The Old Issue", by Rudyard Kipling

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posted by [identity profile] anniemal.livejournal.com at 02:24pm on 2006-01-23
How did you stumble across this? Now I have to hunt down the poem and get the context.
posted by [identity profile] dglenn.livejournal.com at 06:12pm on 2006-01-23
Having finally gotten around to telling s "music library manager" style of MP3 player (i.e. like iTunes but not) to index the music on on my file server, I clicked "shuffle" and "play". A few hours later, while I was typing or reading soething else, it played Leslie Fish (who has set quite a bit of Kippling to music over the years) singing this over a guitar, and yanked my attention right out of whatever else I'd been doing.

Google told me the original context was the Boer War. Have you already found the whole poem, or would a link be helpful? I can find it again pretty quickly.



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