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To Kronje on Majuba Day
February 27th
Kronje, on this inglorious battle day
That gave you deathless glory on the hill,
Whose crown of honour and dishonour still
Is as a crown of sorrow and dismay
For all who strive for peace; now held at bay,
At last must Britain bend you to her will,
And all your warrior wit and soldier skill,
Your hate, your pride, must silent pass away.
That gave you deathless glory on the hill,
Whose crown of honour and dishonour still
Is as a crown of sorrow and dismay
For all who strive for peace; now held at bay,
At last must Britain bend you to her will,
And all your warrior wit and soldier skill,
Your hate, your pride, must silent pass away.
But, Kronje, by the Modder long shall stand
The trench, the mound, that in your sore distress
Gave shelter to your fire-encircled band.
Memorials of your stubborn-hearted hand,
Long shall they tell your grim resourcefulness
And praise the laager-king of Koodoosrand.
The trench, the mound, that in your sore distress
Gave shelter to your fire-encircled band.
Memorials of your stubborn-hearted hand,
Long shall they tell your grim resourcefulness
And praise the laager-king of Koodoosrand.
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