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THE GRAVE OF THE HUNDRED HEAD

There's a widow in sleepy Chester
Who weeps for her only son;
There's a grave on the Pabeng River,
A grave that the Burmans shun,
And there's Subadar Prag Tewarri
Who tells how the work was done.


A Snider squibbed in the jungle—
Somebody laughed and fled,
And the men of the first Shikaris
Picked up their Subaltern dead,
With a big blue mark in his forehead
And the back blown out of his head.


Subadar Prag Tewarri,
Jemadar Hira Lal,
Took command of the party,
Twenty rifles in all;
Marched them down to the river
As the day was beginning to fall.


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