Piet

I do not love my Empires foes,     Nor call em angels; still,     What is the sense of atin those     Oom you are paid to kill?     So, barrin all that foreign lot     Which only joined for spite,     Myself, Id just as soon as not     Respect the man I fight.     Ah there, Piet!, is trousies to is knees,     Is coat-tails lyin level in the bullet-sprinkled breeze;     E does not lose is rifle an e does not lose is seat,     Ive known a lot o people ride a dam sight worse than Piet.     Ive eard im cryin from the ground     Like Abels blood of old,     An skirmished out to look, an found     The beggar nearly cold.     Ive waited on till e was dead     (Which couldnt elp im much),     But many grateful things e s said     To me for doin such.     Ah there, Piet! whose time as come to die,     Is carcase past rebellion, but is eyes inquirin why.     Though dressed in stolen uniform with badge o rank complete,     Ive known a lot o fellers go a dam sight worse than Piet.     An when there was nt aught to do     But camp and cattle-guards,     Ive fought with im the ole day through     At fifteen undred yards;     Long afternoons o lyin still,     An earin as you lay     The bullets swish from ill to ill     Like scythes among the ay.     Ah there, Piet!-beind is stony kop.     With is Boer bread an biltong, an is flask of awful Dop;     Is Mauser for amusement an is pony for retreat,     Ive known a lot o fellers shoot a dam sight worse than Piet.     Hes shoved is rifle neath my nose     Before Id time to think,     An borrowed all my Sunday cloes     An sent me ome in pink;     An I ave crept (Lord, ow Ive crept!)     On ands an knees Ive gone,     And spoored and floored and caught and kept     An sent him to Ceylon!     Ah there, Piet!, youve sold me many a pup,     When week on week alternate it was you an me ands up!     But though I never made you walk man-naked in the eat,     Ive known a lot of fellows stalk a dam sight worse than Piet.     From Plewmans to Marabastad,     From Ookiep to De Aar,     Me an my trusty friend ave ad,     As you might say, a war;     But seein what both parties done     Before e owned defeat,     I aint more proud of avin won,     Than I am pleased with Piet.     Ah there, Piet!, picked up beind the drive!     The wonder wasnt ow e fought, but ow e kep alive,     With nothin in is belly, on is back, or to is feet,     Ive known a lot o men behave a dam sight worse than Piet.     No more Ill ear is rifle crack     Along the blockouse fence,     The beggars on the peaceful tack,     Regardless of expense;     For countin what e eats an draws,     An gifts an loans as well,     Es gettin alf the Earth, because     E didnt give us Ell!     Ah there, Piet! with your brand-new English plough,     Your gratis tents an cattle, an your most ungrateful frow,     Youve made the British taxpayer rebuild your country seat,     Ive known some pet battalions charge a dam sight less than Piet.