And the monarch of Mandalay?
And I laugh in my sleeve, for I’m led to believe
That England is far away.
And your army I read in my Daily News—
Three men and one little wee boy—
Has sufficient to do with King Cetewayo:
Good morning, my dear Envoy!
And please have the goodness to leave me alone,
For my temper’s uncommonly quick.
Don’t think me uncivil—but—go to the devil!