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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344198" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>With French to Kimberley</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Boers were down on Kimberley with siege and Maxim gun; <br>The Boers were down on Kimberley, their numbers ten to one! <br>Faint were the hopes the British had to make the struggle good -- <br>Defenceless in an open plain the Diamond City stood. <br>They built them forts with bags of sand, they fought from roof and wall, <br>They flashed a message to the south, &quot;Help! or the town must fall!&quot; <br>Then down our ranks the order ran to march at dawn of day, <br>And French was off to Kimberley to drive the Boers away. <br>He made no march along the line; he made no front attack <br>Upon those Magersfontein heights that held the Seaforths back; <br>But eastward over pathless plains, by open veldt and vley. <br>Across the front of Cronje's force his troopers held their way. <br>The springbuck, feeding on the flats where Modder River runs, <br>Were startled by his horses' hoofs, the rumble of his guns. <br>The Dutchman's spies that watched his march from every rocky wall <br>Rode back in haste: &quot;He marches East! He threatens Jacobsdal!&quot; <br>Then north he wheeled as wheels a hawk, and showed to their dismay <br>That French was off to Kimberley to drive the Boers away. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His column was five thousand strong -- all mounted men -- and guns: <br>There met, beneath the world-wide flag, the world-wide Empire's sons; <br>They came to prove to all the earth that kinship conquers space, <br>And those who fight the British Isles must fight the British race! <br>From far New Zealand's flax and fern, from cold Canadian snows, <br>From Queensland plains, where hot as fire the summer sunshine glows -- <br>And in front the Lancers rode that New South Wales had sent: <br>With easy stride across the plain their long, lean Walers went. <br>Unknown, untried, those squadrons were, but proudly out they drew <br>Beside the English regiments that fought at Waterloo. <br>From every coast, from every clime, they met in proud array <br>To go with French to Kimberley to drive the Boers away. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He crossed the Reit and fought his way towards the Modder bank. <br>The foemen closed behind his march, and hung upon the flank. <br>The long, dry grass was all ablaze (and fierce the veldt fire runs); <br>He fought them through a wall of flame that blazed around the guns! <br>Then limbered up and drove at speed, though horses fell and died; <br>We might not halt for man nor beast on that wild, daring ride. <br>Black with the smoke and parched with thirst, we pressed the livelong day <br>Our headlong march to Kimberley to drive the Boers away. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We reached the drift at fall of night, and camped across the ford. <br>Next day from all the hills around the Dutchman's cannon roared. <br>A narrow pass ran through the hills, with guns on either side; <br>The boldest man might well turn pale before that pass he tried, <br>For, if the first attack should fail, then every hope was gone: <br>Bur French looked once, and only once, and then he siad, &quot;Push on!&quot; <br>The gunners plied their guns amain; the hail of shrapnel flew; <br>With rifle fire and lancer charge their squadrons back we threw; <br>And through the pass between the hills we swept in furious fray, <br>And French was through to Kimberley to drive the Boers away. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ay, French was through to Kimberley! And ere the day was done <br>We saw the Diamond City stand, lit by the evening sun: <br>Above the town the heliograph hung like an eye of flame: <br>Around the town the foemen camped -- they knew not that we came; <br>But soon they saw us, rank on rank; they heard our squadrons' tread; <br>In panic fear they left their tents, in hopeless rout they fled -- <br>And French rode into Kimberley; the people cheered amain, <br>The women came with tear-stained eyes to touch his bridle rein, <br>The starving children lined the streets to raise a feeble cheer, <br>The bells rang out a joyous peal to say &quot;Relief is here!&quot; <br>Ay! we that saw that stirring march are proud that we can say <br>We went with French to Kimberley to drive the Boers away.</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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The Boers were down on Kimberley, their numbers ten to one! 
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Defenceless in an open plain the Diamond City stood. 
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