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Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936).  Verse: 1885–1918.  1922.
 
The Mother-Lodge
 
      THERE was Rundle, Station Master,
        An’ Beazeley of the Rail,
      An’ ’Ackman, Commissariat,
        An’ Donkin’ o’ the Jail;
      An’ Blake, Conductor-Sergeant,        5
        Our Master twice was ’e,
      With ’im that kept the Europe-shop,
        Old Framjee Eduljee.
 
Outside—“Sergeant! Sir! Salute! Salaam!”
Inside—“Brother,” an’ it doesn’t do no ’arm.        10
We met upon the Level an’ we parted on the Square,
An’ I was Junior Deacon in my Mother-Lodge out there!
 
      We’d Bola Nath, Accountant,
        An’ Saul the Aden Jew,
      An’ Din Mohammed, draughtsman        15
        Of the Survey Office too;
      There was Babu Chuckerbutty,
        An’ Amir Singh the Sikh,
      An’ Castro from the fittin’-sheds,
        The Roman Catholick!        20
 
      We ’adn’t good regalia,
        An’ our Lodge was old an’ bare,
      But we knew the Ancient Landmarks,
        An’ we kep’ ’em to a hair;
      An’ lookin’ on it backwards        25
        It often strikes me thus,
      There ain’t such things as infidels,
        Excep’, per’aps, it’s us.
 
      For monthly, after Labour,
        We’d all sit down and smoke        30
      (We dursn’t give no banquets,
        Lest a Brother’s caste were broke),
      An’ man on man got talkin’
        Religion an’ the rest,
      An’ every man comparin’        35
        Of the God ’e knew the best.
 
      So man on man got talkin’,
        An’ not a Brother stirred
      Till mornin’ waked the parrots
        An’ that dam’ brain-fever-bird;        40
      We’d say ’twas ’ighly curious,
        An’ we’d all ride ’ome to bed,
      With Mo’ammed, God, an’ Shiva
        Changin’ pickets in our ’ead.
 
      Full oft on Guv’ment service        45
        This rovin’ foot ’ath pressed,
      An’ bore fraternal greetin’s
        To the Lodges east an’ west,
      Accordin’ as commanded.
        From Kohat to Singapore,        50
      But I wish that I might see them
        In my Mother-Lodge once more!
 
      I wish that I might see them,
        My Brethren black an’ brown,
      With the trichies smellin’ pleasant        55
        An’ the hog-darn 1 passin’ down;
      An’ the old khansamah 2 snorin’
        On the bottle-khana 3 floor,
      Like a Master in good standing
        With my Mother-Lodge once more.        60
 
Outside—“Sergeant! Sir! Salute! Salaam!”
Inside—“Brother,” an’ it doesn’t do no ’arm.
We met upon the Level an’ we parted on the Square,
An’ I was Junior Deacon in my Mother-Lodge out there!
 
Note 1. Cigar-lighter. [back]
Note 2. Butler. [back]
Note 3. Pantry. [back]
 
 
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