The Absent Minded Beggar [KIPLING poem set to music - guitar remix]
Channel: tobydarling
Date: 2014-02-11

This is ones of Kipling's best-loved poems, written in 1899 to help the cause of families left in poverty during the Boer War. 

I used a tune I had composed in 2012 called Klezmer Romance which is available to download free at:
http://www.free-scores.com/Download-PDF-Sheet-Music-tobydarling.htm
I can also supply a midi of this arrangement free on request.

In this remix I used guitar and melodica in place of piano.

The video was shot yesterday in Winchester, showing the effect of recent flooding in The Weirs.

The Absent-Minded Beggar (Kipling)  set to tune of Klezmer Romance

Cm     Bb
WHEN you've shouted "Rule Britannia," when you've sung "God save the Queen," 
Ab Fm Gm 
When you've finished killing Kruger with your mouth,
Cm Bb
Will you kindly drop a shilling in my little tambourine
Ab Fm Gm
 For a gentleman in khaki ordered South? 
Ab Eb Db Cm
He's an absent-minded beggar, and his weaknesses are great— 
Fm Cm
 But we and Paul must take him as we find him— 
G
He is out on active service, wiping something off a slate 
Ab Eb Db Cm
And he's left a lot of little things behind him! 
Fm Cm G
Duke's son—cook's son - son of a hundred kings 
C Dm F G Am G Am
 (Fifty thousand horse and foot going to Table Bay!) 
Am Bdim F G
Each of 'em doing his country's work
Am G Am
 (and who's to look after their things?)
Cm Dm Eb D
Pass the hat for your credit's sake,
Bb Cm A
  and pay—pay—pay ! 

There are girls he married secret, asking no permission to, 
 For he knew he wouldn't get it if he did.
There is gas and coals and vittles, and the house-rent falling due, 
 And its more than rather likely there’s a kid. 
There are girls he’s walked with casual. They’ll be sorry now he’s gone, 
 For an absent-minded beggar they will find him, 
But it ain’t the time for sermons with the winter coming on 
 We must help the girl that Tommy’s left behind him! 
Cook's son—Duke's son—son of a belted Earl 
 Son of a Lambeth publican—it's all the same to-day ! 
Each of 'em doing his country's work 
 (and who's to look after the girl?)
Pass the hat for your credit's sake,
 and pay—pay—pay ! 

There are families by thousands, far too proud to beg or speak,
 And they'll put their sticks and bedding up the spout,
And they'll live on half o' nothing, paid 'em punctual once a week,
 'Cause the man that earns the wage is ordered out.
He's an absent-minded beggar, but he heard his country call,
 And his reg'rnent didn't need to send to find him!
He chucked his job and joined it—so the job before us all 
 Is to help the home that Tommy's left behind him ! 
Duke's job—cook's job—gardener, baronet, groom.
 Mews or palace or paper-shop, there's someone gone away!
Each of 'em doing his country's work 
 (and who's to look after the room?)
Pass the hat for your credit's sake,
  and pay—pay—pay ! 

Let us manage so as, later, we can look him in the face, 
 And tell him—what he'd very much prefer 
That, while he saved the Empire, his employer saved his place,
 And his mates (that's you and me) looked out for her.
He's an absent-minded beggar and he may forget it all,
 But we do not want his kiddies to remind him
That we sent 'em to the workhouse while their daddy hammered Paul, 
 So we'll help the homes that Tommy left behind him ! 
Cook's home—Duke's home—home of a millionaire,
 (Fifty thousand horse and foot going to Table Bay !)
Each of 'em doing his country's work
 (and what have you got to spare?)
Pass the hat for your credit's sake, 
  and pay—pay—pay !