"
On the road to
Mandalay,
        Where the old
Flotilla lay, 
        With
our sick
beneath the awnings when we went to Mandalay!
        On the road to
Mandalay, 
        Where
the
flyin'-fishes play, 
        An'
the dawn comes
up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay! "
         Kipling
- "Mandalay"