The Music of Hindostan c6.284

c6.284

Ex. 92. By his fate the Ni-zam of Hy-der-a-bad Be-thought him to march a-gainst Poon-a. His wives' and his cour-ti-ers' fa-ces were glad, They said, ‘You will con-quer it soon’-a So he sum-moned his gen-er-als all . . And his tall cam-el-mes-sen-gers count-ed, His gen-er-als came at his call . . And his cam-els were ve-ry well mount-ed. And he said ‘Be-fore this year is old . . If it may not well be soon-er, With our guns, men, and hors-es and gold We shall march and cap-ture Poon-a.’ With his guns and his gold his hors-es and men did their du-ty. The ti-ger-Ma-ra-tha can kill at a blow, And man and horse lay low. And his guns and his gold were our boot-y.