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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519214" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Ballad of John Nicholson</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It fell in the year of Mutiny, <br>At darkest of the night, <br>John Nicholson by Jalándhar came, <br>On his way to Delhi fight. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as he by Jalándhar came, <br>He thought what he must do, <br>And he sent to the Rajah fair greeting, <br>To try if he were true. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;God grant your Highness length of days, <br>And friends when need shall be; <br>And I pray you send your Captains hither, <br>That they may speak with me.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the morrow through Jalándhar town <br>The Captains rode in state; <br>They came to the house of John Nicholson, <br>And stood before the gate. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The chief of them was Mehtab Singh, <br>He was both proud and sly; <br>His turban gleamed with rubies red, <br>He held his chin full high. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He marked his fellows how they put <br>Their shoes from off their feet; <br>&quot;Now wherefore make ye such ado <br>These fallen lords to greet? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;They have ruled us for a hundred years, <br>In truth I know not how, <br>But though they be fain of mastery <br>They dare not claim it now.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Right haughtily before them all <br>The durbar hall he trod, <br>With rubies red his turban gleamed, <br>His feet with pride were shod. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They had not been an hour together, <br>A scanty hour or so, <br>When Mehtab Singh rose in his place <br>And turned about to go. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then swiftly came John Nicholson <br>Between the door and him, <br>With anger smouldering in his eyes, <br>That made the rubies dim. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;You are over-hasty, Mehtab Singh,&quot; -- <br>Oh, but his voice was low! <br>He held his wrath with a curb of iron <br>That furrowed cheek and brow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;You are over-hasty, Mehtab Singh, <br>When that the rest are gone, <br>I have a word that may not wait <br>To speak with you alone.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Captains passed in silence forth <br>And stood the door behind; <br>To go before the game was played <br>Be sure they had no mind. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But there within John Nicholson <br>Turned him on Mehtab Singh, <br>&quot;So long as the soul is in my body <br>You shall not do this thing. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Have ye served us for a hundred years <br>And yet ye know not why? <br>We brook no doubt of our mastery, <br>We rule until we die. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Were I the one last Englishman <br>Drawing the breath of life, <br>And you the master-rebel of all <br>That stir this land to strife -- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Were I,&quot; he said, &quot;but a Corporal, <br>And you a Rajput King, <br>So long as the soul was in my body <br>You should not do this thing. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Take off, take off, those shoes of pride, <br>Carry them whence they came; <br>Your Captains saw your insolence, <br>And they shall see your shame.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Mehtab Singh came to the door <br>His shoes they burned his hand, <br>For there in long and silent lines <br>He saw the Captains stand. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Mehtab Singh rode from the gate <br>His chin was on his breast: <br>The captains said, &quot;When the strong command <br>Obedience is best.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Henry+Newbolt">Sir Henry Newbolt</a><div class=q>
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At darkest of the night, 
John Nicholson by Jalándhar came, 
On his way to Delhi fight. 

And as he by Jalándhar came, 
He thought what he must do, 
And he sent to the Rajah fair greeting, 
To try if he were true...."></div>
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