chhaila ne chhalla chhin liyo haye
chhaila ne chhalla chhin liyo raat mori amma
chhaila ne chhalla chhin liyo raat mori amma
suna laage gora gora hath mori amma
suna laage gora gora hath mori amma
chhaila ne chhalla chhin liyo raat mori amma
chhaila ne chhalla chhin liyo raat mori amma

chhalla tha more balam ki nishani
bairi ne phir bhi meri ek naa mani
chhalla tha more balam ki nishani
bairi ne phir bhi meri ek naa mani
balam se mili hatho ka mori kahiyo
balam se mili haa
balam se mili haatho ka mori kahiyo
kaise bane bighdi gayi haye
kaise bane bighdi gayi vaat mori amma
chhaila ne chhalla chhin liyo raat mori amma
suna laage gora gora haath mori amma
chhaila ne chhalla chhin liyo aa aa raat mori amma

kachchi umar ki re main albeli bangle pe kahe gayi thi akeli
kachchi umar ki re main albeli bangle pe kahe gayi thi akeli
wo sahri lala main gao ki bala, wo sahri laala
wo sahri lala main gao ki bala, main kya jaanu pakad lega haye
main kya jaanu pakad lega hath mori amma
chhaila ne chhalla chhin liyo raat mori amma
suna lage gora gora hath mori amma
chhaila ne chhalla chhin liyo raat mori amma
chhaila ne chhalla chhin liyo raat mori amma
chhaila ne chhalla chhin liyo re raat mori amma

He, the rogue, stole the ring, alas,
He stole the ring, Mother, in the night,
He stole the ring, Mother, in the night.
Empty feels this fair hand of mine, Mother,
Empty feels this fair hand of mine.
He stole the ring, Mother, in the night,
He stole the ring, Mother, in the night.

The ring, a token of my love's embrace,
He, the foe, heeded not my tearful plea,
The ring, a token of my love's embrace,
He, the foe, heeded not my tearful plea.
When I meet my love, tell him of these hands,
When I meet my love...
When I meet my love, tell him of these hands,
How to mend what is broken, alas,
How to mend what is broken, I cannot, Mother.
He stole the ring, Mother, in the night,
Empty feels this fair hand of mine, Mother,
He stole the ring, oh, in the night, Mother.

Young and naive, I, a maiden,
To the mansion, why did I go alone?
Young and naive, I, a maiden,
To the mansion, why did I go alone?
He, a city dweller, I, from the village,
He, a city dweller...
He, a city dweller, I, from the village,
How could I know he would hold my hand, alas,
How could I know he would hold my hand, Mother?
He stole the ring, Mother, in the night,
Empty feels this fair hand of mine, Mother,
He stole the ring, Mother, in the night,
He stole the ring, Mother, in the night,
He stole the ring, oh, in the night, Mother.