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Hugh Fraser— Folklore from Eastern Gorakhpur. 
[No. 1, 
One stroke he struck and a second struck, 
And the lemon tree fell with a crash. 
(Ch.) ye gods ! &c. 
Of that lemon tree I had a bed made, 
And the bed was pleasing to me. 
(Ch.) ye gods ! &c. 
Upon it lay down my tyrannous soldier, 
And my clothes and bodice got wet. 
(Ch.) ye gods ! &c. 
“ The heat is great and my bodice wet, 
For a moment” said I “ lie apart.” 
(Ch.) ye gods ! &c. 
Scarce did this word reach my tyrant’s ears, 
But he mounted astride his mare. 
(Ch.) ye gods ! &c. 
I woke his mother, I woke his sister, 
Shall my husband go in wrath ? 
(Ch.) ye gods ! &c. 
The one seized his clothes, and the other seized his clothes, 
I, his wife, seized the horse’s rein. 
(Ch.) ye gods ! &c. 
Let go you my clothes, and let go you my clothes, 
Let go, wife, the horse’s rein. 
(Ch.) ye gods ! &c. 
Such a thing, wife, I will never endure, 
I will marry another wife. 
(Ch.) ye gods ! &c. 
On hearing this word I fetched forth a knife, 
Saying, strike husband, strike for my life. 
(Ch.) ye gods ! &c. 
His mother implored him, his sister implored him, 
And at last my husband gave ear. 
(Ch.) ye gods ! at last my husband gave ear. 
