dol dol, dol dol dol dol pani pani kuwa sambhal
dol dol, dol dol dol dol pani pani kuwa sambhal
jiska maati uska maal dol dol dol dol dol dol dol dol
jiski kheti uski zameen hai re babaji ki dhons nahi hai
jiska ganna uske ganderi hat lutnewale
hat hat lutnewale hat hat lutnewale

jiski kheti uski zameen hai re babaji ki dhons nahi hai
jiska ganna uske ganderi hat lutnewale
hat hat lutnewale hat hat lutnewale
dol dol, dol dol dol dol pani pani kuwa sambhal
dol dol, dol dol dol dol pani pani kuwa sambhal

jiski mati uska maal kuwa sambhal hum beej na denge
hum byaaj na denge re kal ka karza aaj na denge
ho teri chatari le kar nahi challenge ab dhup me tere panv jalenge
teri loha lathi nahi chalegi teri hekdi hathi nahi chalegi
teri loha lathi nahi chalegi teri hekdi hathi nahi chalegi
ab chale hathoda hathoda hathoda aur daranti hat lutnewale
hat hat lutnewale hat hat lutnewale

haye raja teri sab sunte the raah se kankar chunte the
jaag jaag ke jata kata par tere kambal bunte the
raja lutne wale ho sun raja lutne wale mhare raja
sun raja lutne wale mhare raja

teri tana shahi nahi chalne denge rai apna morcha nahi talne denge
teri chhatri lekar nahi chalenge ab dhup me tere paanv jalenge
teri chhatri lekar nahi chalenge ab dhup me tere paanv jalenge
jo khode le kuwa jo khode le kuwa, uska hi paani
hat lutne wale hat hat lutnewale

jiski kheti uski zameen hai re babaji ki dhons nahi hai
jiska ganna uske ganderi hat lutnewale
hat hat lutnewale hat hat lutnewale

Swing, swing, swing, draw the water, tend the well,
Swing, swing, swing, draw the water, tend the well.
Whose earth it is, theirs the harvest, swing, swing, swing.
Whose field it is, theirs the land, no grace of overlords,
Whose cane it is, theirs the sweet reed, begone, you looters,
Begone, you looters, begone, you looters.
Whose field it is, theirs the land, no grace of overlords,
Whose cane it is, theirs the sweet reed, begone, you looters,
Begone, you looters, begone, you looters.
Swing, swing, swing, draw the water, tend the well,
Swing, swing, swing, draw the water, tend the well.

Whose earth it is, theirs the harvest, tend the well, we'll sow no seed for you,
We'll give no interest, no debt of yesterday today.
No longer shall we carry your parasol, in the sun your feet shall burn,
Your iron staff will not prevail, your arrogance will not endure.
Your iron staff will not prevail, your arrogance will not endure.
Now the hammer will swing, and the sickle, begone, you looters,
Begone, you looters, begone, you looters.

Ah, King, all once listened to your word, we picked the pebbles from your path,
Awake and weary, we cut through winter, and wove you your warm blankets.
King, you are a looter, hear, King, you are a looter, our King,
Hear, King, you are a looter, our King.
Your tyranny we will not allow, our front we will not retreat,
No longer shall we carry your parasol, in the sun your feet shall burn,
No longer shall we carry your parasol, in the sun your feet shall burn.
Who digs the well, who digs the well, theirs the water at the end,
Begone, you looters, begone, you looters.

Whose field it is, theirs the land, no grace of overlords,
Whose cane it is, theirs the sweet reed, begone, you looters,
Begone, you looters, begone, you looters.