For they swore by the Holy Water,
They swore by the salt they ate,
That the soul of Lieutenant Eshmitt Sahib
Should go to his God in state,
With fifty file of Burmans
To open him Heaven’s gate.
Ok, Scots.
And only four.
Close enough.
“Subadar Prag Tewarri
Put the head of the Boh
On the top of the mound of triumph,
The head of his son below—
With the sword and the peacock-banner
That the world might behold and know...
For the Burmans said
That a white man’s head
Must be paid for with heads five-score.”
http://www.kiplingsociety.co.uk/poems_gravehundred.htm