A
song for the Boer, whose simple heart
Beats warm for its native land;
A
song for the Boer whose martyred gore
Stains proud Victoria’s land.
A
song for the Boer who steals at night
Back home to his babe and wife;
Who
prays to God for his weeping sod,
Then back to the morning’s strife.
A
song for the Boer, who prays and fights,
A plea for his threatened land;
O
God of Mars, uphold his cause,
And stay the murderer’s hand!
Feb.
1, 1900
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