To the Rev. Canon Fisher
Pretoria
The night before we're shot
We shot the Boers who killed and mutilated
our friend (the best mate I had on Earth)
Harry Harbord Morant
Peter Joseph Handcock
More verses by Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
- At The River-Crossing
- A Departing Dirge
- Much A Little While
- The Reprobate's Reply
- Butchered To Make A Dutchman's Holiday