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Thursday, December 28th, 2000
11:13p - The Ballad of East and West by Rudyard Kipling


The Ballad of East and West

Poem lyrics of The Ballad of East and West by Rudyard Kipling.

Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,
Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat;
But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth,
When two strong men stand face to face,
tho' they come from the ends of the earth!

Kamal is out with twenty men to raise the Border-side,
And he has lifted the Colonel's mare that is the Colonel's pride:
He has lifted her out of the stable-door between the dawn and the day,
And turned the calkins upon her feet, and ridden her far away.
Then up and spoke the Colonel's son that led a troop of the Guides:
"Is there never a man of all my men can say where Kamal hides?"
Then up and spoke Mahommed Khan, the son of the Ressaldar:
"If ye know the track of the morning-mist, ye know where his pickets are.
At dusk he harries the Abazai -- at dawn he is into Bonair,
But he must go by Fort Bukloh to his own place to fare,
So if ye gallop to Fort Bukloh as fast as a bird can fly,
By the favour of God ye may cut him off ere he win to the Tongue of Jagai.
But if he be past the Tongue of Jagai, right swiftly turn ye then,
For the length and the breadth of that grisly plain is sown with Kamal's men.
There is rock to the left, and rock to the right, and low lean thorn between,
And ye may hear a breech-bolt snick where never a man is seen."
The Colonel's son has taken a horse, and a raw rough dun was he,
With the mouth of a bell and the heart of Hell
and the head of the gallows-tree.
The Colonel's son to the Fort has won, they bid him stay to eat --
Who rides at the tail of a Border thief, he sits not long at his meat.
He's up and away from Fort Bukloh as fast as he can fly,
Till he was aware of his father's mare in the gut of the Tongue of Jagai,
Till he was aware of his father's mare with Kamal upon her back,
And when he could spy the white of her eye, he made the pistol crack.
He has fired once, he has fired twice, but the whistling ball went wide.
"Ye shoot like a soldier," Kamal said.
Show now if ye can ride."
It's up and over the Tongue of Jagai, as blown dustdevils go,
The dun he fled like a stag of ten, but the mare like a barren doe.
The dun he leaned against the bit and slugged his head above,

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11:25p - Buttons and Bows by Jay Livingston/Ray Evans


Buttons and Bows
From the film "The Paleface" (1948)
(Jay Livingston/Ray Evans - Won Academy Award for "Best Song")

East is east, and west is west,
And the wrong one I have chose;
Let's go where they keep on wearin'
Those frills and flowers and buttons and bows;
Rings and things and buttons and bows.

Don't bury me in this prairie;
Take me where the cement grows;
Let's move down to some big town
Where they love a gal by the cut o' her clothes,
And you'll stand out, in buttons and bows.

I'll love you in buckskin,
Or skirts that you've homespun,
But I'll love ya' longer, stronger
Where yer friends don't tote a gun.

My bones denounce the buckboard bounce,
And the cactus hurts my toes;
Let's vamoose where gals keep a-usin'
Those silks and satins and linen that shows,
And I'm all yours in buttons and bows.

Gimme eastern trimmin' where women are women
In high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes,
And French perfume that rocks the room,
And I'm all yours in buttons and bows.

Buttons and bows, buttons and bows.....

Covered by:
Bob Hoope - 1948
Dinah Shore - 1948

Lyric variation as recorded by Dinah Shore:

SPOKEN:A western ranch is just a branch of Nowhere Junction to me.
Give me the city where living's pretty and the gals wear finery.

East is east, and west is west,
And the wrong one I have chose;
Let's go where I'll keep on wearin'
Those frills and flowers and buttons and bows;
Rings and things and buttons and bows.

Don't bury me in this prairie;
Take me where the cement grows;,
Let's move down to some big town
Where they love a gal by the cut o' her clothes
And I'll stand out
In buttons and bows.

I'll love you in buckskin,
Or skirts that I've homespun,
But I'll love ya' longer, stronger where
Yer friends don't tote a gun.

My bones denounce the buckboard bounce,
And the cactus hurts my toes;
Let's vamoose where gals keep usin'
Those silks and satins and linen that shows,
And I'm all yours in buttons and bows.

Gimme eastern trimmin' where women are women
In high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes;
And French perfume that rocks the room,
And I'm all yours in buttons and bows.

The Dinning Sisters - 1948
Betty Garrett - 1948
Betty Jane Rhodes - 1948
Evelyn Knight - 1948
Gene Autry - 1948
Eddie Fisher - 1955
Ray Conniff Singers - 1959
Connie Francis - 1962
The Bropwns - 1965
David Grisman - 1999
Michael Feinstein & Jay Livingstone - 2001
Also recorded by: Vaughn Monroe; Tommy Bruce;
Clark Sisters; Tak Sindo.

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