‘When the widgeon westward winging
Heard the folk Vereeniginging,
Heard the shouting and the singing’”—
‘Mother, may I go and maffick,
Tear around and hinder traffic?’
‘And the sleeper, eye unlidding,
Heard a voice for ever bidding
Much farewell to Dolly Gray;
Turning weary on his truckle-
Bed he heard the honey-suckle
Lauded in apiarian lay.’
‘Cease, War, thy bubbling madness that the wine shares,
And bid thy legions turn their swords to mine shares.’