Peter Dawson's recording, though something of an icon, is a travesty of Kipling's poem, reducing it to a sentimental, jingoistic Music Hall novelty number. Read the original words -- they won't fit onto the Dawson version. I sing it to the same tune as Waltzing Matilda (can't remember the name), with a change to the rhythm, and it works very well as a 'proper' love song.