looking eastward to the sea,
There's a barmagella set in,
and I know she thinks of 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.
Come you back to Mandalay,
Where the old flotilla lay,
Can't you hear the paddlers chunkin'
From Lan goon to Mandalay?
On the road to Man dalay,
where the flying fishes play.
And the dawn comes up like thunder,
Where the best is like the worst
And a man can raise a thirst
For the temple bells are calling,
an d it's there that I would be,
By the old Moomine pagoda,
Come you back to Mandalay,
Where the old flotilla lay,
Can't you hear the paddles
From Langoon to Mandalay?
where the flying fishes play,
How does China trust the bear?
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