Rudyard Kipling

If I were hanged on the highest hill,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
I know read more

If I were hanged on the highest hill,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
I know whose love would follow me still,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!

What is the flag of England? Ye have but my breath to dare,
Ye have but my waves to read more

What is the flag of England? Ye have but my breath to dare,
Ye have but my waves to conquer. Go forth, for it is there.

Everyone is more or less mad on one point.

Everyone is more or less mad on one point.

But till we are built like angels, with hammer and chisel and
pen,
We will work for ourself read more

But till we are built like angels, with hammer and chisel and
pen,
We will work for ourself and a woman, for ever and ever, Amen.

There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
But read more

There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
But when we are certain of sorrow in store
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and sisters I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.