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Rh Now among Rhenoster kopjes

Somewhat northward of the Vaal,

You may see four little chappies,

Three can walk and one can crawl.

And the blue of Transvaal heavens

Is reflected in their eyes,

Each a little William Evans,

Smaller model—pocket size.

Each a little Burgher Piet

Of the hardy Boer race,

Two great peoples seem to meet

In the tiny sunburned face.

And they often greatly wonder

Why old granddad and Papa,

Should have been so far asunder,

Till united by mamma.