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TALES OF THE PUNJAB
Has taken to railing;
The Queen, joy enhancing,
Takes refuge in dancing;
To aid the mirth coming,
The Prince begins drumming;
To join in it with her
The King strums the zither!'
So they danced and sang till they were tired, and that was how every one mourned poor cock-sparrow's pretty bride.
