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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344006" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Johnny Boer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Men fight all shapes and sizes as the racing horses run, <br>And no man knows his courage till he stands before a gun. <br>At mixed-up fighting, hand to hand, and clawing men about <br>They reckon Fuzzy-Wuzzy is the hottest fighter out. <br>But Fuzzy gives himself away -- his style is out of date, <br>He charges like a driven grouse that rushes on its fate; <br>You've nothing in the world to do but pump him full of lead: <br>But when you're fighting Johhny Boer you have to use your head; <br>He don't believe in front attacks or charging at the run, <br>He fights you from a kopje with his little Maxim gun. <br>For when the Lord He made the earth, it seems uncommon clear, <br>He gave the job of Africa to some good engineer, <br>Who started building fortresses on fashions of his own -- <br>Lunettes, redoubts, and counterscarps all made of rock and stone. <br>The Boer need only bring a gun, for ready to his hand <br>He finds these heaven-built fortresses all scattered through the land; <br>And there he sits and winks his eye and wheels his gun about, <br>And we must charge across the plain to hunt the beggar out. <br>It ain't a game that grows on us -- there's lots of better fun <br>Than charging at old Johnny with his little Maxim gun. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On rocks a goat could scarcely climb, steep as the walls of Troy, <br>He wheels a four-point-seven about as easy as a toy; <br>With bullocks yoked and drag-ropes manned, he lifts her up the rocks <br>And shifts her every now and then, as cunning as a fox. <br>At night you mark her right ahead, you see her clean and clear, <br>Next day at dawn -- &quot;What, ho! she bumps&quot; -- from somewhere in the rear. <br>Or else the keenest-eyed patrol will miss him with the glass -- <br>He's lying hidden in the rocks to let the leaders pass; <br>But when the mainguard comes along he opens up the fun; <br>There's lots of ammunition for the little Maxim gun. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But after all the job is sure, although the job is slow. <br>We have to see the business through, the Boer has got to go. <br>With Nordenfeldt and lyddite shell it's certain, soon or late, <br>We'll hunt him from his kopjes and across the Orange State; <br>And then across those open flats you'll see the beggar run, <br>And we'll be running after him with our little Maxim gun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Barton+Paterson">Andrew Barton Paterson</a><div class=q>
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And no man knows his courage till he stands before a gun. 
At mixed-up fighting, hand to hand, and clawing men about 
They reckon Fuzzy-Wuzzy is the hottest fighter out. 
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