In Chennai town where I was born
There lived a fair maid dwelling
Made every youth cry well away
And her name was Reshma
Where reshma she was dwelling
My master sent and he sent for you
If your name is Reshma
Were the words so sweet love singing
And as they sang they seemed to say
Hard hearted Reshma
'Till she could not stop her cyin'
Oh pick me up and take me home
When all the flowers were a-blooming
A young man on his death bed lay
For the love of Reshma
Someone is gonna treat me right
No, not my man gets me this high
It's gonna be my neighbour at number
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