A Ballad of Burial – Rudyard Kipling

If down here I chance to die,

Solemnly I beg you take

All that is left of “I”

To the Hills for old sake’s sake,

Pack me very thoroughly

In the ice that used to slake

Pegs I drank when I was dry —

This observe for old sake’s sake.
To the railway station hie,

There a single ticket take

For Umballa — goods-train — I

Shall not mind delay or shake.

I shall rest contentedly

Spite of clamor coolies make;

Thus in state and dignity

Send me up for old sake’s sake.
Next the sleepy Babu wake,

Book a Kalka van “for four.”

Few, I think, will care to make

Journeys with me any more

As they used to do of yore.

I shall need a “special” break —

Thing I never took before —

Get me one for old sake’s sake.
After that — arrangements make.

No hotel will take me in,

And a bullock’s back would break

‘Neath the teak and leaden skin

Tonga ropes are frail and thin,

Or, did I a back-seat take,

In a tonga I might spin, —

Do your best for old sake’s sake.
After that — your work is done.

Recollect a Padre must

Mourn the dear departed one —

Throw the ashes and the dust.

Don’t go down at once. I trust

You will find excuse to “snake

Three days’ casual on the bust.”

Get your fun for old sake’s sake.
I could never stand the Plains.

Think of blazing June and May

Think of those September rains

Yearly till the Judgment Day!

I should never rest in peace,

I should sweat and lie awake.

Rail me then, on my decease,

To the Hills for old sake’s sake.