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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344019" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Now Listen to Me and I'll Tell You My Views</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344019" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Now listen to me and I'll tell you my views concerning the African war, <br>And the man who upholds any different views, the same is a ritten Pro-Boer! <br>(Though I'm getting a little bit doubtful myself, as it drags on week after week: <br>But it's better not ask any questions at all -- let us silence all doubts with a shriek!) <br>And first let us shriek the unstinted abuse that the Tory Press prefer -- <br>De Wet is a madman, and Steyn is a liar, and Kruger a pitiful cur! <br>(Though I think if Oom Paul -- as old as he is -- were to walk down the Strand with his gun, <br>A lot of these heroes would hide in the sewers or take to their heels and run! <br>For Paul he has fought like a man in his day, but now that he's feeble and weak <br>And tired, and lonely, and old and grey, of course it's quite safe to shriek!) </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344019" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And next let us join in the bloodthirsty shriek, Hooray for Lord Kitchener's "bag"! <br>For the fireman's torch and the hangman's cord -- they are hung on the English Flag! <br>In the front of our brave old army! Whoop! the farmhouse blazes bright. <br>And the women weep and their children die -- how dare they presume to fight! <br>For none of them dress in a uniform, the same as by rights they ought. <br>They're fighting in rags and in naked feet, like Wallace's Scotchmen fought! <br>(And they clothe themselves from our captured troops -- and they're catching them every week; <br>And they don't hand them -- and the shame is ours, but we cover the shame with a shriek!) <br>And, lastly, we'll shriek the political shriek as we sit in the dark and doubt; <br>Where the Birmingham Judas led us in, and there's no one to lead us out. <br>And Rosebery -- whom we depended upon! Would only the Oracle speak! <br>"You go to the Grocers," says he, "for your laws!" By Heavens! it's time to shriek!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Andrew+Barton+Paterson">Andrew Barton Paterson</a></strong></div>