Pride of the Fighting Boer

Here's a tale about a Boer War legend
 That really must be told
 About a boy who fought the Basotho
 When he was eleven years old
 And he fought the Brits in the First Boer War
 At Majuba and Laing's Nek
 He was known by the name
 Of Christiaan Rudolf de Wet
 British generals, they were schooled
 At many an army academy
 But this Free State farm boy he relied
 On his inborn natural strategy
 Never a wilier guerilla fighter
 You could never ever get
 Battles won by hit and run
 The style of Christiaan de Wet
 A magic web of victories
 And some great escapes he wove
 Like Reddersburg and Tweefontein
 Sanna's Post and Poplar Grove
 He led the Brits a merry dance
 All across the Free State Plains
 Plundered supply wagons
 They say he even looted trains
 Legend has it Robin Hood
 He robbed the rich to help the poor
 But General Christiaan de Wet
 He robbed the Brits to help the Boer
 At a place they called the Brandwater Basin
 The British set a trap
 But he slipped out
 Just the way a clever mouse evades a cat
 With his sjambok
 This flying fox
 On a big white horse called Fleur
 We'll never forget Christiaan de Wet
 The pride of the fighting Boer
 One day he called his men and said
 You must go home and rest
 Then come back and fight for me
 Only when you're at your best
 He told his fellow generals
 Here is something that I found
 You can never hunt a hare
 With an unwilling hound
 He was summoned to sound conditions
 Of surrender to the foe
 The pen in his shaking hand said yes
 But his valiant heart said no
 To live beneath the Union Jack
 He said, I never will be free
 So with my men back on commando
 To be sure, one day I'll be
 In 1914 led a new rebellion
 Right across the land
 But it was at Mushroom Valley
 Where he made his final stand
 So to the Kalahari wastes
 And deserts then, he tried to run
 But by his very own countrymen
 He was betrayed and hunted down
 They tried him as a traitor
 But with a grin, he said with glee
 At least it wasn't an Englishman
 That finally captured me
 Then he got a pardon
 And was banished to his home
 A hero with a broken heart
 With his freedom dreams
 He died alone
 With his sjambok
 This flying fox
 On a big white horse called Fleur
 We'll never forget Christiaan de Wet
 The pride of the fighting Boer
 With his sjambok
 This flying fox
 On a big white horse called Fleur
 We'll never forget Christiaan de Wet
 The pride of the fighting Boer