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                    BALLAD OF EAST AND WEST - 2                              
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"But if he be past the Tongue of Jagai, right swiftly turn ye then,          
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For the length and the breadth of that grisly plain is sown with Kamal's men.
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There is rock to the left, and rock to the right, and low lean thorn between,
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And ye may hear a breech-bold snick where never a man is seen."              
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The Colonel's son has taken a horse, and a raw rough dun was he,             
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With the mouth of a bell and the heart of Hell and the head of the           
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   gallows-tree.                                                             
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The Colonel's son to the Fort has won, they bid him stay to eat -            
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Who rides at the tail of a Border thief, he sits no long at his meat.        
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He's up and away from Fort Bukloh as fast as he can fly,                     
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Till he was aware of his father's mare in the gut of the Tongue of Jagai,    
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Till he was aware of his father's mare with Kamal upon her back,             
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And when he could spy the white of her eye, he made the pistol crack.        
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He has fired once, he has fired twice, but the whistling ball went wide.     
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"Ye shoot like a soldier," Kamal said. "Show now if ye can ride."            
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It's up and over the Tongue of Jagai, as blown dust-devils go,               
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The dun he fled like a stag of ten, but the mare like a barren doe.          
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