The best of castes, Hurrah!
When a temple feast is proceeding,
We beg, and commit thefts surprising.
Don’t we? Care we for aught?
Don’t we slip off uncaught?
(Chorus.)
Cutting trinkets off,
From the necks of babes in their mothers’ arms.
Who could suspect us? Cannot we hoodwink them all?
Cannot we get away?