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Same tumble-down on the same 'idden farm,
Same white-eyed Kaffir 'oo gives the alarm

Of the section, etc.

Same shootin' wild at the end o' the night,
Same flyin' tackle an' same messy fight
By the section, etc.

Same ugly 'iccup an' same 'orrid squeal,
When it's too dark to see an' it's too late to feel
In the section, etc.

(Same batch of prisoners, 'airy an' still, Watchin' their comrades bolt over the 'ill From the section, etc.)

Same chilly glare in the eye of the sun
As 'e gets up displeasured to see what was done
By the section, etc.

Same splash o' pink on the stoep or the kraal,
An' the same quiet face which 'as finished with all
In the section, the pompom, an' six 'undred men.

Out o' the wilderness, dusty an' dry

(Time, an' 'igh time to be trekkin' again!) 'Oo is it 'eads to the Detail Supply?

(A section, a pompom, an' six 'undred men).


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On the ―th instant a mixed detachment of colonials left-for Cape Town, there to rejoin their respective homeward-bound contingents, after fifteen months' service in the field. They were escorted to the station by the regular troops in garrison and the bulk of Colonel's column, which has just come in to refit, preparatory to further operations. The leave-taking was of the most cordial character, the men cheering each other continuously.'-Any Newspaper.


E'VE rode and fought and ate and drunk as rations come to hand,

Together for a year and more around this stinkin' land:

Now you are goin' home again, but we must see it through.

We needn't tell we liked you well. Good-bye-good luck to you!

You 'ad no special call to come, and so you doubled out, And learned us how to camp and cook an' steal a horse and scout:

Whatever game we fancied most, you joyful played it too,

And rather better on the whole. Good-bye-good luck

to you!

There isn't much we 'aven't shared, since Kruger cut and run,

The same old work, the same old skoff, the same old dust and sun;

The same old chance that laid us out, or winked an' let us through;

The same old Life, the same old Death. Good-byegood luck to you!

Our blood 'as truly mixed with yours-all down the Red Cross train,

We've bit the same thermometer in Bloemingtyphoidtein.

We've 'ad the same old temp❜rature-the same relapses too,

The same old saw-backed fever-chart. Good-byegood luck to you!

But 'twasn't merely this an' that (which all the world may know),

'Twas how you talked an' looked at things which made us like you so.

All independent, queer an' odd, but most amazin' new, My word! you shook us up to rights. Good-bye-good luck to you!

Think o' the stories round the fire, the tales along the trek

O' Calgary an' Wellin'ton, an' Sydney and Quebec;
Of mine an' farm, an' ranch an' run, an' moose an'


An' parrots peckin' lambs to death! Good-bye-good

luck to you!


We've seen you 'ome by word o' mouth, we've watched your rivers shine,

We've 'eard your bloomin' forests blow of eucalip' and pine;

Your young, gay countries north an' south, we feel we own 'em too,

For they was made by rank an' file. Good-bye-good luck to you!

We'll never read the papers now without inquirin' first For word from all those friendly dorps where you was born an' nursed.

Why, Dawson, Galle, an' Montreal-Port DarwinTimaru,

They're only just across the road! Good-bye-good luck to you!

Good-bye!-So-long! Don't lose yourselves-nor us, nor all kind friends,

But tell the girls your side the drift we're comin'-when it ends!

Good-bye, you bloomin' Atlases! You've taught us somethin' new:

The world's no bigger than a kraal. Good-bye-good luck to you!



(Made Yeomanry)

NLY two African kopjes,

Only the cart-tracks that wind Empty and open between 'em, Only the Transvaal behind:

Only an Aldershot column

Marching to conquer the land

Only a sudden and solemn
Visit, unarmed, to the Rand.

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Then scorn not the African kopje,
The kopje that smiles in the heat,
The wholly unoccupied kopje,

The home of Cornelius and Piet.
You can never be sure of your kopje,
But of this be you blooming well sure,
A kopje is always a kopje,

And a Boojer is always a Boer!

Only two African kopjes,

Only the vultures above,

Only baboons-at the bottom,
Only some buck on the move;

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