Cashmere Gate

Come fill, fill up a bumper,
Our toil at length is done.
Since the Pandies are defeated,
And Delhi has been won.
Great men they were in their own eyes,
At least then so they thought,
So we took the shine out of them,
On the twelfth of Trimmooea'at.

When a-hunting we did go, my boys,
A-hunting we did go,
To chase the Pandies night and day,
And leveled Delhi low.

A-thirsting to avenge, my boys,
The bloodshed that was done,
On poor defenseless women,
'Ere Delhi had been won.
We made the Pandies for to know,
And caused them for to feel,
That British wrongs should be avenged,
By sterling British steel.

Chorus

On the fourteenth of September,
I remember well the date,
We showed the Pandies a new hit,
When we stormed the Cashmere Gate;
Their grape-shot, shell, and musketry,
They found but little good,
When British soldiers were outside,
A-thirsting for their blood.

Chorus

To Hawthorne too, three times are due,
The advance he three times sounded,
And attended on Lieutenant Salkeld,
When dangerously wounded.
Regardless of the danger,
'Ere the Cashmere Gate was won,
He urged the Fifty-Second,
And his duty nobly done.

Chorus

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