A lullaby about the lion of Jagdishpur
A lullaby about the lion of Jagdishpur
Oh Babua that day our grandpa took up his sword
Oh Babua to keep safe our pride and our plenty
Our religion and our cows
Oh Babua to keep safe our widows and their honour
And to protect our mothers and sisters from disgrace
Oh Babua to defend the fair name of our fathers and grandfathers
Oh Babua the edge of calamity was upon us
Oh Babua that day our grandpa took up his sword
Oh Babua the Marathas laid down their lives
And the Sikhs had fought till they died
Oh Babua the sons of the Peshwas were turned into slaves
Oh Babua the emperor of Delhi he too a pauper became
And we begged and begged and received no alms
Oh Babua that day our grandpa took up his sword
Oh Babua useless when our cannon became
And scorpions had laid eggs in them
Oh Babua the barrels of our guns had rested
Oh Babua we had foolishly made
Sickles out of the steel of our swords
Oh Babua the Bhojpuris had thrown even their lathis aside
Oh Babua that day our grandpa took up his sword
Oh Babua he was eighty years old
Oh Babua his head shook as he moved
Oh Babua his hair was white like the heron,
Oh Babua all his thirty two teeth he had lost
Oh Babua that day our grandpa took up his sword