"Come in," the Mir said, To the Britons' brigade , The Redcoats he led, Into the Tyger 's place, Into his master's place, So did the traitor sans grace. The Tyger fought with bravery, Fought against foreign slavery, His great sword through the air flash'd, His anger upon the Britons crash'd, He storm'd, he roar'd, he thunder'd, And the Redcoats scatter'd and sunder'd, Even the Mir then wonder'd, Thro' betrayal, had he blunder'd? A greater Redcoat legion then did charge, An army very greatly large, And while the Tyger charged so well, The graceless Mir plunged in battle, And the Redcoats open'd their fire and shell, All the Tyger's men fell cold and dead, While the Tyger in duel profoundly bled, And as rose higher the flames of earthly hell, The Tyger his deathly last fall fell, Leaving his Mysore to Briton hell, He fell, its Savior fell, O that Great Tyger fell. Praise the Tyger, Praise his tempest, his storm, Hi...
The Writings of The Umar Ecrivain