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Rh We may 'ave took it yonder in the Low

Bush-veldt that sends men stragglin' unaware

Among the Kaffirs, till their columns go,

An' they are left past call or count or care.

We might 'ave been your lovers long ago,

'Usbands or children—comfort or despair.

Our death (an' burial) settles all we owe,

An' why we done it is our own affair.

Marry again, and we will not say no,

Nor come to bastardise the kids you bear;

Wait on in 'ope—you've all your life below

Before you'll ever 'ear us on the stair.

There is no need to give our reasons, though

Gawd knows we all 'ad reasons which were fair;

But other people might not judge 'em so,

And now it doesn't matter what they were.

What man can size or weigh another's woe?

There are some things too bitter 'ard to bear.

Suffice it we 'ave finished—Domino!

As we can testify, for we are there,

In the side-world where "wilful-missings" go.