(verse 1)
I have a life I have knife
But when he got tired
Of this kind of life
He left off being single
And Lived with his wife
So then thou hast
But lost the dregs of life
The prey of worms
My body being dead
The coward conquest
Of a wretch's knife
Too base of thee to
Be remembered
I held by a Kid
My lord, as close as man
Might hold A man
The Deccan
Asks no aid to guard his life
But Lil's Horse were flying
And our chiefest chiefs were cold
And like a flame among us
Leapt the long lean Northern knife
I have left all upon
The shameful field
Honor and Hope
My God
And all but life
A man
With the sword reversed
And dented shield
Degraded and disgraced
I leave the strife