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Show THE BOER. . He stands upon his borderline At bay, the armed Boer. He iled before his hunters long But now he'll "trek" no more. He stands upon his border line, His soul is tilled with wrath. His bitter foe of long ago Comes up against his path. His heart is full of bitterness For woes for many years. Tho ruined homes the pathless wastes Beset with nameless fears. And now he'll turn and floe no more But strong in freedom's right, He waits amid the fastnesses, To wage a last great tight. Who baits the tiger's wounded sore Must 'ware his fury blind. And thev that face the armed Boer K frenzied foe shall find. His patience quelled the savage veldt And tribes more savage still, His headlong valor's force was, felt On red Majuba Hill. He stands upon his border line, And calls his God to aid, He sees the crimson ranks approach His spirit undlsmuyed. He stands upon his border line, Alert to guard his land. And God that sees his cause Is just. Shall nerve -the Patriot s Hand. Catholic Registw.i |