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 More than a little lonely Where the lessening tail-lights shine. No not combatants only Details guarding the line!

IVED a woman wonderful, (May the Lord amend her!) Neither simple, kind, nor true, But her Pagan beauty drew Christian gentlemen a few Hotly to attend her.

Christian gentlemen a few  From Berwick unto Dover;  For she was South Africa,  And she was South Africa, She was Our South Africa, Africa all over!

Half her land was dead with drouth, Half was red with battle; She was fenced with fire and sword Plague on pestilence outpoured, Locusts on the greening sward And murrain on the cattle!

True, ah true, and overtrue. ''That is why we love her!  For she is South Africa, '' And she is South Africa,  She is Our South Africa,  Africa all over!