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Show TO L AD YSMITH. Oh, Ladysmith! Oil. Ladysmlth! Has Uncle Kruger's cowhide boot Jumped on the lovely Brlti.sh mvUa.,, . That Dutchmen don't know how to shoot? W'h-en Robert Tooms said, "Yankee boys in warlike sports have no discerning," A grim Con fed. w ho heard their noise And felt their shots said, "Wal, thev'ro learning." 1 . . So. Lady, gentle Ladysmith! (I love your sweet, romantic name) Pack up your traps and start forthwith, For bitter war is now the game.. Paul Kruger has no suitor's voice; A.nd if he loves a single flower, The scarlet -runner is his choice; The flying red-coat decks his bower. So. Ladysmlth. dear Ladysmith. : Don't think that British valor's "in it," Those blooming Boers .would 'knock the pith , ' '. ' . " - Out of a crowbar In a minute. James Jeffrey,"Roaehe. ' |