There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks o' me;
For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say:
"Come you back, you silly tourist; 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 flyin'-fishes play,
An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay!
|Another boat takes off for the trip up river at dawn|
|There were fishermen everywhere along the river|
|Taking cows to market|
|Bath time and Laundry day|
|The Irrawaddy is life|
|Where is that boat going?|
|Fancy boat rides are available too!|
|Everybody and your motorcycles too.|
|Closer to Mandalay|
|A crew member in the setting sun|