[Intro]

[Verse]

Here's an original song celebrating the Chitties of Melaka—their history, culture, and enduring spirit.

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Title: Anak Melaka (Child of Melaka)

(Style: Folk-pop with a rhythmic, celebratory beat)

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[Verse 1]

From Coromandel's shores we came,

Across the waves, we staked our claim,

With spices, silk, and dreams so bright,

We found our home in golden light.

Our fathers spoke in Tamil tongue,

Our mothers' melodies were sung,

In Malay verse, we learned to pray,

And built a world along the strait.

[Chorus]

Oh, Chitties of Melaka,

Where the coconut palms sway,

We are the children of the straits,

Where cultures intertwine and mate.

From Poyatha's ancient shrine,

Our heritage will shine,

Anak Melaka, strong and true,

Our colors red, and gold, and blue.

[Verse 2]

Nasi lemak on banana leaf,

A Hindu prayer, a local belief,

We bury our kin beneath the earth,

Our customs show our hybrid birth.

Belacan sizzles, spices blend,

A taste that knows no bitter end,

Our Creole words, a living thread,

From all the paths our ancestors tread.

[Chorus]

Oh, Chitties of Melaka,

Where the coconut palms sway,

We are the children of the straits,

Where cultures intertwine and mate.

From Poyatha's ancient shrine,

Our heritage will shine,

Anak Melaka, strong and true,

Our colors red, and gold, and blue.

[Bridge]

Though scattered now to Singapore's shore,

And KL's pulse, we still explore,

Our hearts return to Kampung Chetti's lane,

Where Pongal fires burn again.

We hold the recipes of old,

Our stories must be always told,

So light the lamp, and let it glow,

Our roots run deeper than you know.

[Final Chorus]

Oh, Chitties of Melaka,

Let the world now hear our lay,

We are the children of the straits,

Where history never fades away.

From Poyatha's sacred door,

We'll live forevermore,

Anak Melaka, proud and free,

Eurasian soul, Indian destiny.(Softly sung)

Kampung Chetti... forever home...

Anak Melaka... we have grown...