NO. I. COSSIMBAZAR.
OME fleetly, come fleetly, my hookabadar,
For the sound of the tam-tam is heard from
afar.
"Banoolah! Banoolah! The Brahmins
are nigh,
And the depths of the jungle re-echo their
cry.
Pestonjee Bomanjee!
Smite the guitar;
Join in the chorus, my hookabadar.
Heed not the blast of the deadly monsoon,
Nor the blue Brahmaputra that gleams in the moon.
Stick to thy music, and oh! let the sound
Be heard with distinctness a mile or two round.
Join in the chorus, my hookabadar.
Art thou a Buddhist, or dost thou indeed
Put faith in the monstrous Mohammedan creed?
Art thou a Ghebir—a blinded Parsee?
Not that it matters an atom to me.
Jcunsetjee Jeejeebhoy!
Sweep the guitar.
Cursetjee Bomanjee!
Twang the guitar.
Join in the chorus, my hookabadar.
