in a prison cell I sadly sit, a damn crest-fallen chappie,
in a prison cell I sadly sit, a damn crest-fallen chappie, and I own to you I feel a bit--a little bit unhappy! it really ain't the time or place, to reel off rhyming diction- but yet we' ll write a final rhyme-whilst waiting crucifixion no matter what 'end' they decide, quicklime or b' iling ile sir! we' 'll do our best when crucified to finish off in style, sir! but we bequeath a parting tip for sound advise of such men who come across in transport ships to finish up the dutchmen if you encounter any boers you really must not loot 'em;
 and if you want to leave these shores, for pity's sake, don't shoot 'em! and if you'd earn a d.
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, why every british sinner should know the proper way to go- invite them out to dinner! (rpt last 8 bars) let's toss a bumper down our throats before we go to heaven;
 and toast 'the trimset petticoat' we leave behind in devon.
 -------------------------------------------------- a few years back, must have been about may of '81 I was walking back to a friends residence at 239 russell st bathurst after stopping at the edinburg castle hotels bottle shop on the corner of william and russell s, bathurst.
 as usual, I stopped for a moment at the boer war memorial to pay my respects to lt's handcock and morant.
--and peter handcock had returned to the memorial! true!! when kitchener came out to australia in 1911, he went to bathurst to dedicate the boer war memorial in carillon park, but refused to dedicate the memorial until peter handcocks name was removed! the police had arrested and gaoled peters wife and children for fear they or their presence would disturb the proceedings.
 the plate containing peter handcocks name had been missing for over 70 years--but some unknown bathurstian, undoubtedly elderly had kept peter in their heart and memory until that time, and put peters name back with those of his mates.
 he is remembered to this day, as is butcher kitchener ---- many people, folkies mainly, have put breaker morants 'poems' to their own tunes -- when it is obvious to anyone with a bit of nous tht he was writing within a folk tradition, and quite a few of his 'poems' were written to be sung to known tunes, and they are obvious ( I don't have a book of his 'poems' in front of me, for is this the place to put his bush poems with the tunes that were obviouosly intended);
 such is the case with butchered to make a dutchmans holiday and the tune brighton camp/the girl I left behind me.