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Nation's thanks and the orders To carry them home again. And the last of the old campaigners, Sinewy, lean, and spare -- He spoke for his hungry comrades: 'Have we not done our share? 'Starving and tired and thirsty We limped on the blazing plain; And after a long night's picket You saddled us up again. 'We froze on the wind-swept kopjes When the frost lay snowy-white. Never a halt in the daytime, Never a rest at night! 'We knew when the rifles rattled From the hillside bare and brown, And over our weary shoulders We felt warm blood run down, 'As we turned for the stretching gallop, Crushed to the earth with weight; But we carried our riders through it -- Carried them p'raps too late. 'Steel! We were steel to stand it -- We that have lasted through, We that are old campaigners Pitiful, poor, and few. 'Over the sea you brought us, Over the leagues of foam: Now we have served you fairly Will you not take us home? 'Home to the Hunter River, To the flats where the lucerne grows; Home where the Murrumbidgee Runs white with the melted snows. 'This is a small thing surely! Will not you give command That the last of the old campaigners Go back to their native land?' . . . . . They looked at the grim commander, But never a sign he made. 'Dismiss!' and the old campaigners Moved off from their last parade. With French to Kimberley The Boers were down on Kimberley with siege and Maxim gun; The Boers were down on Kimberley, their numbers ten to one! Faint were the hopes the British had to make the struggle good, Defenceless in an open plain the Diamond City stood. They built them forts from bags of sand, they fought from roof and wall, They flashed a message to the south 'Help! or the town must fall!' And down our ranks the order ran to march at dawn of day, For French was off to Kimberley to drive the Boers away. He made no march along the line; he made no front attack Upon those Magersfontein heights that drove the Scotchmen back; But eastward over pathless plains by open veldt and vley, Across the front of Cronje's force his troopers held their way. The springbuck, feeding on the flats where Modder River runs, Were startled by his horses' hoofs, the rumble of his guns. The Dutchman's spies that watched his march from ever
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