 | Rudyard Kipling's Verse |  |
Scene.—The wooded heights of Simla. The Incarnation of
the Government of India in the raiment of the Angel of Plenty
sings, to pianoforte accompaniment:—
Now this is the position,
Go make an inquisition
Into their real condition
As swiftly as ye may. (p)
Ay, paint our swarthy billions
The richest of vermilions
Ere two well-led cotillions
Have danced themselves away.
“How sweet is the shepherd's sweet life!
From the dawn to the even he strays—
He shall follow his sheep all the day
And his tongue shall be fillèd with praise. (adagio dim.)
Fillèd with praise!”
largendo con sp.)
From the dawn to the even he strays—
He shall follow his sheep all the day
And his tongue shall be fillèd with praise. (adagio dim.)
Fillèd with praise!”
Now this is the position,
Go make an inquisition
Into their real condition
As swiftly as ye may. (p)
Ay, paint our swarthy billions
The richest of vermilions
Ere two well-led cotillions
Have danced themselves away.
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