Rudyard Kipling

He is the Cat that walks by himself, and all places are alike to him.

He is the Cat that walks by himself, and all places are alike to him.

'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor
With a hairy old crown on 'er 'ead?
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'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor
With a hairy old crown on 'er 'ead?
She 'as ships on the foam--she 'as millions at 'ome,
An' she pays us poor beggars in red.

The present is big with the future.
[Fr., Le present est gros de l'avenir.]

The present is big with the future.
[Fr., Le present est gros de l'avenir.]

Her plates are scarred by the sun, dear lass,
And her ropes are taut with the dew,
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Her plates are scarred by the sun, dear lass,
And her ropes are taut with the dew,
For we're booming down on the old trail, our own trail, the out
trail,
We're sagging south on the Long Trail, the trail that is always
new.

All the people like us are we, And everyone else is They.

All the people like us are we, And everyone else is They.