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JUNE, 1911.)
SONGS OF THE MUTINY
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SONGS OF THE MUTINY. BY WILLIAM CROOKE (LATR I.C.S.. (Continued frem p. 124.)
No. IV.
The Mutiny-1867. Sung during the Mutiny and repeated by Rámeswar Dayll Misrd of Kotard, District It4wd. Recorded by Raghunandas, a teacher in the Rotard School.
Text. Chaudah ki si jang Merat so shuru' huâ. Badal, Karapat, Bangal bará Hatta hai. Binish kal Ayon matt bhang bhai Firangin ki, Kalt Vilâyat dabaya chatta hai. Gat aur súar waht ke kartas, Sunnat sip&hia bikher dage lattâ hai. Kahain Dhawal Ram : "Ikkabhi chaudah ke sal bich bhagain Angrez log chhori Kalkatta hain.
Translation. The war began at Meerut in the year foarteen.Bombsy, Madras and Bengal are great
Presidencies. When the time of destruction came, the English lost their headst. Kali wished to sink England. The cartridges were of cow and pig's fat: when the soldiers heard of it they threw off
their uniforms. Saith Dhawal Ram : "In the year fourteen have the English fled and deserted Calcutta.
No. v. The Dirge of the Begams on the Banishment of Bahadur Shah of Delhi,
Sung by Saligram Kaydsth of Amarpur, District Itáwa. Recorded by Lalta Prasdd, a teacher in the School at Amarpur.
Text. Ab kaisi kariho nimak harami deswå begûno kardiú, re ? Galian galiaó raiyat rowài, hatian baniâ bajaj, re. Mahal men baithe Begam rowain, dehart pat rowain khawâs, re. Moti-mahal ki baithak chhuti, chhuti hai Mini Bazar, re. Bagh Zamaniyau ki sairain chhuţii, chhute hain mulk hamar, re. Jo main aisi janati, milti Lât se jaya, re. Haha karati, paiân parati, leti deswâ chhorâgî, re.
Translation. O, for what infidelity to my salt have I now been banished from my country ? O, the people weep in the streets, the merchants weep in the shops, O, the Princesses sit weeping in the Palace, and the servants weep at the door. 0, deserted is the meeting-place in the Women's Palace, deserted is the Fancy Bazar, O, gone all the walks in the Zimaniya Gardens, gone is the whole country. O, had I known of this, I would have gone to meet the Lord (Governor-General). O, I would have lamented, I would have fallen at his feet, I would have got my country back.
: Samvat 1914 A D. 1857. · Lit became sunk in drugs.
* The torms in the text are extremely interesting.
