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SOUTH AFRICA

Lived a woman, wonderful
(May the Lord defend her!)
Possibly she was not true,
But the sparkle of her drew
Hebrew gentlemen a few
Hotly to attend her.
Hebrew gentlemen a few,
From Berwick unto Dover;
For she wath South Africa,
And she wath South Africa,
She wath our South Africa,
Africa all over!

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Half her land was dead with drouth,
(Yeth, my dear, let's whithper),
She was fenced with fire and sword,
But some little holes we bored,
Gold and diamonds thence outpoured,
So we all thaid Mithpah!
True, ah true, an' over true,
That ith why we love her!
For she ith South Africa,
And she ith South Africa,
She ith our South Africa,
Africa all over!
Bitter hard her black men toiled,
Groaning, “How they work us!”
We got very rich indeed,
She for prospering Jacob's seed
Got the usual woman's meed,
And a gaudy Circus.
In the end she showed some teeth,
Oh, it wath a pity!

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Seemed to looth her equipoise,
Kicked up such a devil's noise,
That we had to send the boys—
Soldiers from the City.
They took ship and they took sail,
Eager to reprove her,
And she fought like any cat,
Scratched and yelled and bit and spat,
Also gave 'em anti-fat,
And they couldn't move her.
Nigh three years she fought and fought,
Working us much woe there,
All her land is dripping red,
Many thousands dead as dead,
Now they're sitting on her head,
And it's safe to go there.
Wherefore, being bought by blood,
And by blood rethtoréd

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To the arms that nearly lost
She, becauth of all she cost
Other people, is the most
Lovelley and adorèd!
Tholly, Thidney, let them know
Thith ith why we love her!
For she ith South Africa,
She ith our South Africa,
Ith our own South Africa,
Africa all over!
 

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