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Isandlwana It's me that keeps it trim and drest

With a briar there and a rose by his breast—

The English flowers he likes the best

That I bring from Brecon Town.

And I sit beside him—him and me,

(We're back to Brecon Town.)

To talk of the things that used to be

(Grey ghosts of Brecon Town);

I know the look o' the land and sky,

And the bird that builds in the tree near by,

And times I hear the jackals cry,

And me in Brecon Town.

Golden grey on miles of sand

The dawn comes creeping down;

It's day in far off Zululand

And night in Brecon Town. [8]