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Let the ruins of Delhi and Lucknow proclaim
that valor and glory still hallow our home
and envying nations at a distance stand by
for the ruin of England's still rampant on high

All hail to that land! Whose plumed warriors came
Like Eagles enraged, from their hills in the north
And have swept from Gods earth the vile Islamite horde
Who with weapons of Hell dared to combat the Lord.

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On the arrival of Wafadars at Phillour
Theres many a many of the poorbela clan
That are marching today to Phellour
Who has sworn to be true and to mutiny too
For a nugger he cannot do more
I hear the Bum Bum sounding __
from the woods of the black sons of man
while time keeping footsteps are [] the dust
Tis the march of the staunch Wafadars

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