“. . . On the —th instant a mixed detachment of Colonials left——for
Cape Town, there to rejoin their respective homeward-bound contingents, after
(fifteen months’ service in the field. They were escorted to the station by the
regular troops in garrison and the bulk of Colonel——’s column, which has
just come in to refit, preparatory to further operations. The leave-taking was of
the most cordial character, the men cheering each other continuously.
—Any Newspaper, during the South African War.
WE’VE rode and fought and ate and drunk as rations 1 come to hand,
Together for a year and more around this stinkin’ land:
Now you are goin’ home again, but we must see it through.
We needn’t tell we liked you well. Good-bye—good luck to you!
You ’ad no special call to come, and so you doubled out,
There isn’t much we ’ave n’t shared, since Kruger cut and run,
Our blood ’as truly mixed with yours—all down the Red Cross train.
But ’twasn’t merely this an’ that (which all the world may know),
Think o’ the stories round the fire, the tales along the trek—
We’ve seen your ’ome by word o’ mouth, we’ve watched your rivers shine,
We’ll never read the papers now without inquirin’ first
Good-bye!—So—long! Don’t lose yourselves—nor us, nor all kind friends,
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