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This is the ballad of Ahmed Shah	A
Dealer in tats in the Sudder Bazar	B
By the gate that leads to the Gold Minar	C
How he was done by a youth from Morar	C
	-
Ahmed Shah was a man of peace	D
His beard and turban were thick with grease	D
His paunch was huge and his speech was slow	E
And he swindled the subalterns high and low	E
Scores of subalterns came to try	C
The tats that he sold and remained to buy	C
Scores of subalterns later on	F
Found that their flashiest mounts were 'gone'	F
Some in the front and some behind	G
Some were roarers and some went blind	G
Scores of subalterns over their 'weeds'	D
Cursed old Ahmed and all his deeds	D
But Ahmed Shah in his gully sat still	H
And ever he fashioned a Little Black Pill	H
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Yet a judgement was brewing for Ahmed Shah	A
Like a witches cauldron in far Morar	C
And the youth that brewed it has eyes of blue	I
And his cheek was beardless and boundless too	I
Softly he mused o'er a trichi thick	J
'By the Beard of the Prophet I've got the trick '	-
Then he rose from his chair with an artless grin	F
And called the Battery Sergeant in	F
'Sergeant' he said 'Hasst aught for me	K
In the way of a 'caster' with lots of gee '	-
The sergeant pondered and answered slow	E
'There's a red roan gelding that's bound to go	E
At the next Committee 'E ain't no use	D
Excep' for kickin' recruits to the deuce	D
'E's chained in the sick lines '	-
The subaltern's brow	C
Was puckered with thought for a moment Then	F
The sergeant was richer by rupees ten	F
'When the next Committee sits' quoth he	K
'O Sergeant buy up that brute for me '	-
	-
So the plot was laid and the long weeks passed	L
And the red road gelding was duly cast	L
They led him in chains to the subaltern's stall	M
And gave him his gram' through a hole in the wall	M
The subaltern mixed it When morning came	N
The red road gelding was strangely tame	N
He bit not nor kicked nor essayed to slay	O
And he and the sub went north that day	O
Till they came to the gully of Ahmed Shah	A
The man and the horse from far Morar	C
The subaltern stated his funds were low	E
And he came mehrbani to 'sell karo'	C
Then Ahmed Shah with his eyes agog	P
Broke the Tenth Command in the decalogue	P
For the roan was a monster in size and thews	D
And stood over sixteen hand in his shoes	D
'Sahib kitna mangta ' With brow serene	F
The subaltern softly answered 'Teen'	F
He haggled an hour that dealer thrifty	K
Till the price was lowered to do sow fifty	K
And the money was paid in greasy rupees	D
While the red roan gelding drowsed at his ease	D
The subaltern left him and Ahmed smiled	Q
'By Allah how mad is this pink faced child	Q
I will stuff that ghorah with attah and goor	C
And sell him again to some English soor	C
For a clear eight fifty ' and e'en as he spoke	P
The devil they'd drugged in the red roan woke	P
Then the head ropes snapped and the heel ropes drew	C
And the stallions squealed as the roan went through	C
And the syces ran as men run for life	R
And the yard was troubled with equine strife	R
Till the berserk rage of the beat was o'er	C
And he dropped to slumber at Ahmed's door	C
	-
Then a veil was lifted from Ahmed's eyes	D
And he raised the eyelids and punched the thighs	D
Felt the tense pulse slacken the muscles still	H
And fathomed the Trcik of the Opium Pill	H
His own old dodge that had brought him pelf	R
Had the subaltern turned against himself	R
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Did he swear though his three best tats were lame	N
And half of the city would hear of his shame	N
Did he seek the law courts With downcast eye	C
He hailed an ekka that jingled by	C
And drove to the station where filled with peace	D
The subaltern counted the greasy rupees	D
	-
What passed between them I cannot say	D
The subaltern turns the question away	D
With an innocent laugh but the men of Morar	C
Say he still gets ponies from Ahmed Shah	A
Ponies to bet on but not to buy	C
Weeds to look at but devils to fly	C
And once in a while comes a tiny pill box	D
The Doctor abets him Whenever I'm able	S
I plunge to my last clean shirt on their stable	S

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