作词 : Kipling, Speaks
By the old 
Moulmein Pagoda
Looking eastward to the sea
There's a 
Burma broad a settin'
And I know she thinks for me
For the wind is in the palm trees
And the temple bells they say
Come you back, you 
British soldier
Come you back to 
MandalayCome you back to 
MandalayCome you back to 
MandalayWhere the old flotilla lay
Can't you hear their paddles chonkin'
From Rangoon to 
MandalayOn the road to 
MandalayWhere the flyin' fishes play
And the dawn comes up like thunder
Out of China 'cross the bay
Ship me somewhere east of 
SuezWhere the best is like the worst
Where there ain't no 
Ten Commandments
And a cat can raise a thirst'
Cause those crazy bells are callin'
And it's there that 
I would be
By the old 
Moulmein Pagoda
Looking lazy at the sea
Looking lazy at the sea
Come you back to 
MandalayWhere the old flotilla lay
Can't you hear their paddles chonkin'
From Rangoon to 
MandalayOn the road to 
MandalayWhere the flyin' fishes play
And the dawn comes up like thunder