Yesterday's tale, a parrot's parade,
Yesterday's tale, a parrot's parade.
The Myna's cry, a clamorous sound,
Groom a thief, the wedding's bound.
The Myna's cry, a clamorous sound,
Groom a thief, the wedding's bound.
Yesterday's tale, a parrot's parade,
Yesterday's tale, a parrot's parade.
The Myna's cry, a clamorous sound,
Groom a thief, the wedding's bound.
The Myna's cry, a clamorous sound,
Groom a thief, the wedding's bound.
A parrot old, his back awry,
Eighty years had passed him by.
A Myna sweet, of sixteen springs,
Came to wed, deceiving things.
The old parrot, see his plight,
See the shadows of his light.
The Myna's cry, a clamorous sound,
Groom a thief, the wedding's bound.
The Myna's cry, a clamorous sound,
Groom a thief, the wedding's bound.
Yesterday's tale, a parrot's parade.
Four children followed in the train,
"Father, oh Father," the refrain.
Four children followed in the train,
"Father, oh Father," the refrain.
To wed and then to leave behind,
A game he played, of a fickle mind.
When wedding bells began to chime,
He brought a ruin on the time.
The Myna's cry, a clamorous sound,
Groom a thief, the wedding's bound.
The Myna's cry, a clamorous sound,
Groom a thief, the wedding's bound.
Yesterday's tale, a parrot's parade.
A gentle face, a wicked deed,
No shame, it seems, to plant the seed.
A gentle face, a wicked deed,
No shame, it seems, to plant the seed.
The bride, her daughter's age, alas,
Why let this marriage ever pass?
Hearing this, she did refuse,
The old one drew his sword to use.
The Myna's cry, a clamorous sound,
Groom a thief, the wedding's bound.
The Myna's cry, a clamorous sound,
Groom a thief, the wedding's bound.
Yesterday's tale, a parrot's parade.
The truth I speak, oh hear my plea,
My voice, my truth, for all to see.
The truth I speak, oh hear my plea,
My voice, my truth, for all to see.
The bride's own uncle, took from me,
A sum of five thousand, greedily.
The groom, a merchant, uncle, knave,
Together wove a web to pave,
The groom, a merchant, uncle, knave,
Together wove a web to pave,
No longer now does this unfold,
Brides are not bought, as tales are told.
Let them be punished, justice done,
For wedding's joy, will then be won.
The Myna's cry, a clamorous sound,
Groom a thief, the wedding's bound.
The Myna's cry, a clamorous sound,
Groom a thief, the wedding's bound.
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