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    In prison cell I sadly sit,
    A dammed crestfallen 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
    While waiting crucifixion.

    No matter what end they decide
    Quick-lime? or boiling oil? 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.”

Butchered version:
In prison cell I sadly sit,
  A d_d 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."

Notes

At its end the manuscript is described -
The Last Rhyme and Testament of Tony Lumpkin -
First published in The Bulletin, 19 April 1902.
Sometimes published under the alternate title --"In a prison cell I sadly sit"

the D.S.O. refers to a British medal The Distinguished Service Order. It is a middle ranking medal somewhere in importance lower than the VC but higher than a campaign medal. It is not necessarily a combat medal.

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  • October 8
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    RE: DSO

    From guest Raicher (contact)
    Thanks U just did my homework

  • Seasinger
    June 20
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    There was a fine Australian film made titled 'Breaker Morant', about his trial and execution, with Edward Woodward playing the title role. The film takes the line that Morant and a couple of fellow Aussie soldiers, who had shown their willingness to use tactics as tough as those of the Boers (who had generally proved too wily for the English redcoats), were scapegoated by a hypocritical English command for some extraneous political purpose, and executed for allegedly shooting a Boer non-combatant. (The English later herded scores of thousands of Boer civilians into concentration camps where a high proportion of them died from malnutrition and disease). The DSO was an English military medal that was awarded to officers who had distinguished themselves boldly in their command, compared with the Victoria Cross and Military Cross, which were for individual acts of exceptional courage. Morant's reference to the DSO is probably aimed at some English officer who had been involved in parley with enemy officers. Apropos of Kevin's comment about this being a boorish poem, I'm sure Morant would never have claimed to be more than a talented dilettante writer of light verse, at a time when recitation of that genre of poetry was a common entertainment around Australian rural campfires and in wealthy settlers' dining rooms.


  • rufina caraid Moderators member
    August 4, 2008

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    This is Harry's last poem - written just before his death by firing squad on 27 February 1902. though English born Harry Morant writes like an australian with both humour and sharp wit.

  • The warrior poet
    November 19, 2006
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    History is good but in a Poetic form its better'


  • rufina caraid Moderators member
    November 17, 2006
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    D.S.O.

    Distinguished Service Order


  • Kevin Moderators member
    November 17, 2006
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    sucks to be him!

    any idea what "earn a D.S.O" means? This is kinda a boorish soldier's poem, it seems like. Interesting glimpse of history!

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