Murkhamantri selling lassie
Into the train bogies,
Lassie, lassie,
Curd, sugar and ice mixed drink,
Lassie, lassie,
Take you lassie,
Anybody needs it
And the same lassie-seller
As Lady Luck smiles upon
Turns into
The rustic minister,
Not the state,
But cabinet minister of India,
Yea, the railway minister
And he chain-pulling the train
Near his father-in-law’s hamlet halt
And getting down
As a loafer whistling,
The rustic as the railway minister
Of India,
Yea, Mr.Loafer.
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