Why, Dawson, Galle, an' Montreal-Port Darwin-Timaru, 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! TWO KOPJES (Made Yeomanry towards End of Boer War) ONLY two African kopjes, Only the cart-tracks that wind Empty and open between 'em, Marching to conquer the land Only a sudden and solemn Then scorn not the African kopje, The home of Cornelius and Piet. But of this be you blooming well sure, A kopje is always a kopje, And a Boojer is always a Boer! Then mock not the African kopje, Only two African kopjes, Only the dust of their wheels, Only a bolted commando, Only our guns at their heels Only a little barb-wire, Only a natural fort, Only "by sections retire,” Only "regret to report!" Then mock not the African kopje, One sharp and one table-topped kopje Only two African kopjes Baited the same as before Only we've had it so often, Only we're taking no more Then mock not the African kopje, The kopje that taught us the game! O mock not the African kopje, That a kopje is always a kopje, And a Boojer is always a Boer! THE INSTRUCTOR (Non-commissioned Officers of the Line) T TIMES when under cover I 'ave said, AT To keep my spirits up an' raise a laugh, 'Earin 'im pass so busy over-'eadOld. Nickel-Neck, 'oo is n't on the Staff"There's one above is greater than us all.” 'Leading horseman of the enemy. Before 'im I 'ave seen my Colonel fall, There is no sense in fleein' (I 'ave fled), An' thus in mem'ry's cinematograph, The peevish voice an' 'oary mushroom 'ead BOOTS (Infantry Columns) Africa! WE'RE foot-slog-slog-slog-sloggin' over Seven-six-eleven-five-nine-an'-twenty mile to-day- Don't-don't-don't-don't-look at what's in front of you. I Try-try-try-try-to think o' something different— Count-count-count-count-the bullets in the bandoliers. We-can-stick-out-'unger, thirst, an' weariness, 'Tain't-so-bad-by-day because o' company, lion Boots-boots-boots-boots-movin' up an' down again. There's no discharge in the war! I-'ave-marched-six-weeks in 'Ell an' certify But boots-boots-boots-boots-movin' up an' down again, An' there's no discharge in the war! THE MARRIED MAN (Reservist of the Line) THE bachelor 'e fights for one But the married man don't call it fun, |