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BENGAL FAIRY TALES
Ah, doom dooma doom doom
My nose was pierced by the thorn of a brinjal, doom dooma doom doom
I got a Narun[1] for the nose, doom dooma doom doom
With the Narun I got a Harhi, doom dooma doom doom
I got for the Harhi a bride, doom dooma doom doom
And for the bride, O hurrah, I have this drum, doom dooma doom doom
Dogoom dagoom, doog dooga doom
Doom dooma doom doom.
In a transport of delight he was thus singing and beating the drum when his foot slipped, and he fell into the canal flowing by. His old enemy the alligator, who had all this time been waiting for him, seized him by the throat and dived under the water. And thus his clever career came to its end.
- ↑ The iron instrument used to pare nails.
