Explore "The Big Drunk Draf'" by Rudyard Kipling on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
We're goin' 'ome, we're goin' 'ome -- / Our ship is at the shore, / An' you mus' pack your 'aversack, / For we won't come back no more. / Ho, don't you grieve for me, / My lovely Mary Ann, / For I'll marry you yet on a fourp'ny bit, / As a time-expired ma-a-an / Barrack Room Ballad.
AN awful thing has happened! My friend, Private Mulvaney, who went home in the Serapis, time-expired, not very long ago, has come back to India as a civilian! It was all Dinah Shadd's fault. She could not stand the poky little lodgings, and she missed her servant Abdullah more than words could tell. The fact was that the Mulvaneys had been out here too long, and had lost touch of England.