36 A. BURMESE ENCHANTMENT.
In suit of blue, with yellow skin, A big moon-hat tied 'neath his chin, Straight from the borders of Yunnan There comes a Chinese pony man. His face a maskayet once a while, It lights up with a jolly smile.
Thousands of Chinese ponies are Hired each year by the SirkarJ The Chinaman his contract fills Along the Burmese frontier hills. No muleteer is better than This self-reliant Chinaman.
There's no romance in humping loads On broken, muddy, forest roads : Or wading torrents deep and strong. Or shifting saddles all day long. Yet " Zjin-nee-ma " he cries, and all The ponies know his wild-cat call.
'Tis no romance to lose your wage In gambling when you reach the stage : To sleep out on the open plain Exposed to cold and wind and rain. He won't complain ; I think wo can A hero, call John Chinaman.
An early start he thinks unwise, Marching at ten you'll recognise A suit of blue, a yellow skin, A big moon-hat tied 'neath his chin. It's not the slightest use to damn This quiet, stolid Chinaman.
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