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Samarsi the bold is the pride of his clan, But he owns not an acre in broad Rajasthan; Samarsi the bold is the hope of the true, But his sporran is empty, his henchmen are few, For the Moors o'er the Jumna in triumph have come, And Samarsi the bold is an exile from home.

Though the Moslem now feasts in his hall and his bower, And the crescent flag flutters from temple and tower, Though the chase and the forest, the pass and the height, Are watched by the soldiers by day and by night, Samarsi the bold is as merry as when His will was the law in his loved native glen.

For the roebuck still bounds by the dark haunted lake, And the partridge still springs from the deep tangled brake, 