O’er mountain, loch, and glade;
But the sweetest of all music
The Pipes at Lucknow played.
Day by day [the Indian tiger]
Louder yelled, and nearer crept;
Round and round the [jungle-serpent]
Near and nearer circles swept.
“Pray for rescue, wives and mothers—
Pray today!” the soldier said;
“Tomorrow, death’s between us