Whatever say you about it,
I shall accept it,
But not all that say you
As because
To fling, sling and rain arrows
On the British regiment
With the beat of drums
Cannot be so easily
As the British not only looted India
But served it too
And they were not all notorious,
But many of the foresters too
Raining arrows.
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