ew Tamaniro,
Chief of the Wukhokoro,
By the river Amhenuro,
Is dead!
_Chorus_. Is dead!
Oh, he is dead!

Who triumph'd o'er Kansala,
Near the Mount Araboella,
In the land of Kinyala,
Is dead!
_Chorus_. Is dead!
Oh, he is dead!

The uncle of Kalulu,
The sire of Koranilu
And pretty Imamulu,
Is dead!
He who married Lamoli,
The daughter of Soltali,
By the woman Zimbili,
Is dead!
_Chorus_. Is dead!
Oh, he is dead!

The lord of Mohilizi,
And the land from Bonzi
To the River Zambezi,
Is dead!
The bravest, wisest Mwenni,
Of the tribe of Meroeni,
The dauntless Simbamwenni,
Is dead!
_Chorus_. Is dead!
Oh, he is dead!

He was fear'd by Wagala,
By the fierce Wazavila,
Was great Katalambula,
Who is dead!
But the mighty Mtuta,
Bravest of the Watuta,
The Sultan of Ututa,
Is dead!
_Chorus_. He is dead!
Oh, he is dead!

Ah! the King we did adore,
We shall see his face no more,
And our hearts are sad and sore,
For he is dead!
Kindest, best, and wisest King,
On thy head the dust we fling,
And in sorrow do we sing.
Our lord is dead!
_Chorus_. Our lord is dead!
Alas! our lord is dead!

O King! why didst thou thus die?
Deep in the grave thou must lie,
While we will for ever cry,
Our chief is dead!
O'er him pour libative wine,
O'er him slay the fattest kine,
O'er him make the magic sign,
For our King is dead!
_Chorus_. For our King is dead!
Alas! our King is dead!

When the chant was ended, the body was laid on a long, broad piece of
stiff bark, and four wa-mganga (doctors) carried it to the grave, where
it was laid on the right side, with the King's shield, spears, bow, and
quiver of arrows. A pot, full of millet-flour, mixed with water was
placed, closely covered, by the head, and the stiff piece of bark, which
served to convey the body to the grave, was placed over the body; then
the plaintain wine was poured over this, the black bulls were brought up
and slaughtered, the blood pouring into the grave; then the earth was
scraped in and stamped close and hard; and, finally, ten potfuls of
pombe were poured over the grave, and the ceremony was over.

Then the elders, the councillors, and the doctors gathered together
under the great tree, and began to discuss the question who should be
King. A large