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198 They&apos;ll never know the shame that brands—

Black shame no livin' down makes white,

The mockin' from the sentry-stands,

The women's laugh, the gaoler's spite.

We are too bloomin' much polite,

But that is 'ow I'd 'ave us be ...

Since I 'ave learned at Waterval

The meanin' of captivity.

They'll get those draggin' days all right,

Spent as a foreigner commands,

An' 'orrors of the locked-up night,

With 'Ell's own thinkin' on their 'ands.

I'd give the gold o' twenty Rands

(If it was mine) to set 'em free ...

For I 'ave learned at Waterval

The meanin' of captivity!