The mangoes will be mangoes, stones will find their worth,
Peels of apples, oranges, will wear a noble birth.
The mangoes will be mangoes, stones will find their worth,
Peels of apples, oranges, will wear a noble birth.
Dum-mak, dum-mak, dum-mak re,
Dum-mak, dum-mak, dum-mak,
Dum-mak, dum-mak, dum-mak re,
Dum-mak, dum-mak, dum-mak.
The world is round, and round the tales it weaves,
Take from one hand, and to the other, it believes,
The treasures of the earth, only ours to keep,
When children of the soil, with the earth will sleep.
The mangoes will be mangoes, stones will find their worth,
Peels of apples, oranges, will wear a noble birth.
The mangoes will be mangoes, stones will find their worth,
Peels of apples, oranges, will wear a noble birth.
Dum-mak, dum-mak, dum-mak re,
Dum-mak, dum-mak, dum-mak,
Dum-mak, dum-mak, dum-mak re,
Dum-mak, dum-mak, dum-mak.
These gnats and flies, returning as butterflies,
On the shores of lakes, the joyous fish will rise.
With handkerchiefs, they’ll wipe their long drawn breath,
And children’s cheeks will blush like blood-red death.
The mangoes will be mangoes, stones will find their worth,
Peels of apples, oranges, will wear a noble birth.
The mangoes will be mangoes, stones will find their worth,
Peels of apples, oranges, will wear a noble birth.
Dum-mak, dum-mak, dum-mak re,
Dum-mak, dum-mak, dum-mak,
Dum-mak, dum-mak, dum-mak re,
Dum-mak, dum-mak, dum-mak.
The bells of danger, loudly now they chime,
Lest smoke should gather, stealing all our time.
Those who hear the bells and understand,
Their names will grace the book of wisdom's hand.
The mangoes will be mangoes, stones will find their worth,
Peels of apples, oranges, will wear a noble birth.
The mangoes will be mangoes, stones will find their worth,
Peels of apples, oranges, will wear a noble birth.
Dum-mak, dum-mak, dum-mak re,
Dum-mak, dum-mak, dum-mak,
Dum-mak, dum-mak, dum-mak re,
Dum-mak, dum-mak, dum-mak, yes.
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