In prison cell I sadly sit,
A damned crest-fallen chappie!
And own to you I feel a bit-
A little bit - unhappy!
It really ain't the place nor time
To reel off rhyming diction -
But yet we'll write a final rhyme
Whilst waiting cru-ci-fixion!
No matter what "end" they decide -
Quick-lime 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 advice of such men,
Who come across in transport ship
To polish off the Dutchmen!
If you encounter any Boers
You really must not loot 'em!
And if you wish to leave these shores,
For pity's sake, DON'T SHOOT 'EM!!
And if you'd earn a D.S.O.,
Why every British sinner
Should know the proper way to go
Is: "ASK THE BOER TO DINNER!"
Let's toss a bumper down our throat, -
Before we pass to Heaven,
And toast: "The trim-set petticoat
We leave behind in Devon."
The second word of the second line, "damned", was rendered in print as "d_d", to avoid profanity.
"b'iling ile" is reference to "boiling oil" (a tongue-in-check comment; his executioners would not actually intend to immerse him in quick-lime or boiling oil - shooting him would be sufficient).
Breaker Morant died 27 February 1902 in Pretoria, South Africa, shot by a British firing squad.
First published in The Bulletin, 19 April 1902