We are sons of Britain every one
With pride of the blood of our race,
And we'll carry Britain's story on
As our fathers did in their place.
Whatever the work to be done,
We seek a full share, every one,
And fighting till victory's won
Of the burden and glory we claim,
Chorus:
Then Britain's sons again, &c.
The glorious deeds her great have done
Are ours, whether Saxon or Celt,
As heirs of their name and fame we come
From snows and from bush and from veldt.
Our honour we'll ever keep bright,
By holding the front of the fight,
And jealously guarding the right
For our sons and their sons again.
Chorus:
Then Britain's sons again, &c.
ORANGE PEEL.
It may interest our friends at the Cape to know that a certain doctor, who lives not 1,000 miles from the Paarl—and who came on ambulance business to the Free State—was very busy on his arrival here, giving it out as the news of the day that "officers of the English Army were busy with sjamboks driving Tommy off the boats as Tommy did not want to fight." This statement was made in the Bloemfontein Club before several witnesses and is quite authentic.