The Mother Lodge

Discussion in 'Poetry and Words of Wisdom' started by Blake Bowden, Sep 28, 2009.

  1. Blake Bowden

    Blake Bowden Administrator Staff Member

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    By Rudyard Kipling

    There was Rundle, station master,
    An Beazeley of the rail;
    An' Achman, commissariat,
    An' Donkin o' the jail;
    An' Blake, conductor sergeant --
    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,
    We met upon the level an' we parted on the square,
    An' I was Junior Deacon in my Mother Lodge out there.

    There was Bola Nath, accountant,
    And Saul, the Aden Jew,
    An' Din Mohammed, draughtsman,
    Of the Sursey office, too.
    There was Babu Chicekerhitty,
    An' Amir Singh, the Sikh,
    An' Castro of the fitten' sheds,
    A Roman Catholic.

    We 'adn't good regalia,
    An' our Lodge was old an' bare;
    But we knew the ancient landmarks,
    An' we kept 'em to a hair.
    An' lookin' on it backwards,
    It often strikes me thus,
    There ain't such things as 'eathen now,
    Except, per'aps, it's us.

    For monthly after labor
    We'd all sit down an' smoke
    (We durs'nt give no banquets
    Lest a Brother's caste were broke),
    An' man on man got bukkin'
    Religion an' the rest,
    An' every man comparin'
    Of the God 'e knowed the best.

    So man on man got started,
    An' not a beggar stirred
    Till mornin' waked the parrots,
    An' that dam' brain-fever bird.
    We'd say 't was very curious,
    An' we'd all go 'ome to bed,
    With Mohammed, God, an' Shira,
    Changin' pickets in our 'ead.

    Full oft on Gov'ment service
    This wanderin' foot 'ath pressed
    An' bore fraternal greetin's
    To Lodges East and West
    Accordin' as commanded,
    From Ko'at to Singapore,
    But I wish that I might see them
    In my Mother Lodge once more.

    I wish that I might see them,
    My Brethren white and brown,
    With the burlies smellin' pleasant
    An' the ag-dan passin' down,
    An' the old Khansannah snorin'
    On the bottle-Khana floor,
    Like a Brother in good standing
    With my Mother Lodge once more.

    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.
     
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  2. Lightlife

    Lightlife Site Benefactor Premium Member

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    Love this!
     
  3. Brother JC

    Brother JC Vigilant Staff Member

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    Always a favourite, I read it at our Agapes on occasion.
     
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  6. Marwan alamro

    Marwan alamro Registered User

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    Great to see an Arabic word salaam in this lovely peom...
    Salaam my brother...
     
  7. Brother JC

    Brother JC Vigilant Staff Member

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    Brother Kipling was a man of many cultures and the poem is a perfect example.
     
  8. Marwan alamro

    Marwan alamro Registered User

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    Indeed it's the perfect example, it becomes even greater poem when I used Google translate.. Thumbs up .
     
  9. Mark Stockdale

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    Never seen that one before, but I like it a lot.
     

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