A Carol – Rudyard Kipling

Our Lord Who did the Ox command

To  kneel to Judah’s King,

He binds His frost upon the land

To ripen it for Spring —

To ripen it for Spring, good sirs,

According to His Word.

Which well must be as ye can see —

And who shall judge the Lord?
When we poor fenmen skate the ice

Or shiver on the wold,

We hear the cry of a single tree

That breaks her heart in the cold —

That breaks her heart in the cold, good sirs,

And rendeth by the board.

Which well must be as ye can see —

And who shall judge the Lord?
Her wood is crazed and little worth

Excepting as to burn,

That we may warm and make our mirth

Until the Spring return —

Until the Spring return, good sirs,

When Christians walk abroad;

When well must be as ye can see —

And who shall judge the Lord?
God bless the master of this house,

And all who sleep therein!

And guard the fens from pirate folk,

And keep us all from sin,

To walk in honesty, good sirs,

Of thought and deed ad word!

Which shall befriend our latter end….

And who shall judge the Lord? 

A Boy Scout’s Patrol Song – Rudyard Kipling

These are our regulations —

There’s just one law for the Scout

And the first and the last, and the present and the past,

And the future and the perfect is “Look out!”

I, thou and he, look out!

We, ye and they, look out!

Though you didn’t or you wouldn’t

Or you hadn’t or you couldn’t;

You jolly well must look out!
Look out, when you start for the day

That your kit is packed to your mind;

There is no use going away 

With half of it left behind.

Look out that your laces are tight,

And your boots are easy and stout,

Or you’ll end with a blister at night.

(Chorus) All Patrols look out!
Look out for the birds of the air,

Look out for the beasts of the field —

They’ll tell you how and where

The other side’s concealed.

When the blackbird bolts from the copse,

Or the cattle are staring about,

The wise commander stops

And (chorus) All Patrols look out!
Look out when your front is clear,

And you feel you are bound to win.

Look out for your flank and your rear —

That’s where surprises begin.

For the rustle that isn’t a rat,

For the splash that isn’t a trout,

For the boulder that may be a hat

(Chorus) All Patrols look out!
For the innocent knee-high grass,

For the ditch that never tells,

Look out! Look out ere you pass —

And look out for everything else!

A sign mis-read as you run

May turn retreat to a rout —

For all things under the sun

(Chorus) All Patrols look out!
Look out when your temper goes

At the end of a losing game;

When your boots are too tight for your toes;

And you answer and argue and blame.

It’s the hardest part of the Low,

But it has to be learnt by the Scout —

For whining and shirking and “jaw”

(Chorus) All Patrols look out!