| With apol to Rud. Kip. | 05-05-02 | Written at Maitland Camp Cape Town |
| (1) | Of course you’ve heard that great King Ned is going to be crowned With pomp and grandeur we will try our good king to surround We’re sending men from Nations far, in the Procession to take part In which we hope that every man will take part with hand and heart. There’s a little crowd from Africa, who, with glory and renown Are famed all over the country (and part of good Cape Town) For deeds of bravery they have done and fought for love and king And they are warriors to a man, and the Gods their praises sing. |
| (2) | They have been through a hundred fights, and done their duty well They’ve faced grim death on the battlefield, (and in a prison cell) And they’ve lived to fight their fights again, for the pleasure of the World Who listen with eager ears to hear how the shot and a kill were hur’ld And now they are going home to see their great king fair and good It is their great ambition, as with every Briton should And they hope to be treated there like men, not Tommies, clean and bright For they’re Colonial Volunteers, not machines; they’re drilled to fight |
| (3) | We hope to see them march along with uniforms grand and gay, And we know the British Government won’t be afraid to pay For luxuries, and other things, which they don’t get just now, And also some pocket cash, which is very low somehow Of course they’re devils for spending, they like a drink or two, And how the money is going to last, I know as well as you, For none of them are millionaires, that I can safely say, And I think the best the people can do is Pay, Pay, Pay. |
