The morning of eleventh May
In history a most fateful day
When they rode 'cross the land
As a single man
To meet their emperor
And declare their plan
From the fort he looked out in alarm
The emperor from the fort to Palam
Who looked at them ride
across the wide riverside
who marched to serve him
with a deadly stride.
Into the palace the looters marched
To them ceremony was just a farce
Looked for their king at the Diwan-I-Khas
Where his aide and the hakim they pass
threatened them when they bury christians
and tie their horses in the royal garden.
"Our king we seek your blessing
Our plan it needs no fleshing.
We are here to serve
our religions with verve
and murder those Christians
to your ancient line preserve"
The Shahenshah looked quite worried,
The idle brain of his scurried.
To the mutineers he said
"Go on ahead
and to you I give my blessing"
And so the city bled.
In history a most fateful day
When they rode 'cross the land
As a single man
To meet their emperor
And declare their plan
From the fort he looked out in alarm
The emperor from the fort to Palam
Who looked at them ride
across the wide riverside
who marched to serve him
with a deadly stride.
Into the palace the looters marched
To them ceremony was just a farce
Looked for their king at the Diwan-I-Khas
Where his aide and the hakim they pass
threatened them when they bury christians
and tie their horses in the royal garden.
"Our king we seek your blessing
Our plan it needs no fleshing.
We are here to serve
our religions with verve
and murder those Christians
to your ancient line preserve"
The Shahenshah looked quite worried,
The idle brain of his scurried.
To the mutineers he said
"Go on ahead
and to you I give my blessing"
And so the city bled.
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