PULLING KRUGER DOWN
POEMS OF THE BOER WAR
PULLING KRUGER DOWN
Ye men of dear old England,
List to Britannia’s call,
Freedom’s rights to maintain,
Away to the dark Transvaal.
Our kinsmen are in danger,
Their safety to secure,
Hip, hip, hooray! March away,
Go ye and fight the Boer.
To arms the bugle’s sounding,
Freedom’s banner rally round;
Yours shall be the glory, boys,
Pulling Kruger down.
Ye lads of dear Auld Scotland,
Now as in days of old,
As ye charged Alma’s height
March ye as warriors bold.
Our kinsmen are in danger,
Their safety to secure,
Scotland forever, now or never
Go ye and fight the Boer.
To arms the bugle’s sounding,
Freedom’s banner rally round;
Yours shall be the glory, boys,
Pulling Kruger down.
Ye sons of dear old Ireland,
Who to the wars have been
And focht for Britain’s glory
As the soldiers of the Queen,
Our kinsmen are in danger,
Their safety to secure;
Fagh a Balagh! Clear the way,
Go ye and fight the Boer.
To arms the bugle’s sounding,
Freedom’s banner rally round,
Yours shall be the glory, boys,
Pulling Kruger down.