CHANT-PAGAN (English Irregular discharged) ME that 'ave been what I've been, Me that 'ave been what I've been? Me that 'ave watched 'arf a world 'Eave up all shiny with dew, Kopje on kop to the sun, An' as soon as the mist let 'em through Our 'elios winkin' like fun Three sides of a ninety-mile square, Over valleys as big as a shire ye Are there? Are ye ye there? Are there? An' then the blind drum of our fire . An' I'm rollin' 'is lawns for the Squire, Me that 'ave rode through the dark Me! Forty mile, often, on end, Along the Ma'ollisberg Range, With only the stars for my mark An' only the night for my friend, An' "mind you come back with the change!" Me that saw Barberton took Me! When we dropped through the clouds on their 'ead, In the place where the Lightnin's are made, I will arise an' get 'ence; I will trek South and make sure If it's only my fancy or not That the sunshine of England is pale, And the breezes of England are stale, An' there's somethin' gone small with the lot; An' some plains and a mountain be'ind, An' a Dutchman I've fought 'oo might give To look in an' offsaddle an' live Where there's neither a road nor a tree But only my Maker an' me, And I think it will kill me or cure, So I think I will go there an' see. Me! M. I. (Mounted Infantry of the Line) I WISH my mother could see me now, with a fence-post under my arm, And a knife and a spoon in my putties that I found on a Boer farm, Atop of a sore-backed Argentine, with a thirst that you could n't buy. I used to be in the Yorkshires once (Sussex, Lincolns, and Rifles once), Hampshires, Glosters, and Scottish once! (ad lib.) But now I am M. I. That is what we are known as that is the name you must call If you want officers' servants, pickets an' 'orseguards an' all — |