By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' lazy at the sea There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks of 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 Mandalay." Come you back to Mandalay, where the old Flotilla lay Can't you 'ear their paddles chunkin' from Rangoon to Mandalay On the road to Mandalay, where the flying-fishes play An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay.
Ship me somewhere East of Suez, where the best is like the worst Where there aren't no Ten Commandments an' a man can raise a thirst For the temple-bells are callin', an' it's there that I would be By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' lazy at the sea On the road to Mandalay, where the old Flotilla lay With our sick beneath the awnings when we went to Mandalay O the road to Mandalay, where the flyin'-fishes play An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay.