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;
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;