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                    BALLAD OF EAST AND WEST - 1                              
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Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,          
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Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment seat;             
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But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth,            
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When two strong men stand face to face, tho' they come from the ends of      
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   the earth!                                                                
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Kamal is out with twenty men to raise the Borderside,                        
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And he has lifted the Colonel's mare that is the Colonel's pride;            
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He has lifted her out of the stable-door between the dawn and the day,       
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And turned the calkins upon her feet, and ridden her far away.               
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Then up and spoke the Colonel's son that led a troop of the Guides:          
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"Is there never a man of all my men can say where Kamal hides?"              
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Then up and spoke Mohammad Khan, the son of the Ressaldar:                   
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"If ye know the track of the morning-mist, ye know where his pickets are.    
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At dusk he hurries the Abazai - at dawn he is into Bonair,                   
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But he must to go by Fort Bukloh to his own place to fare.                   
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So if ye gallop to Fort Bukloh as fast as a bird can fly,                    
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By the favor of God ye may cut him off ere he win to the Tongue of Jagai."   
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