THE FIGHT AT KHENOSTER RIVER.

Greymouth Evening Star, Volume XXXI, 18 January 1901, Page 4

THE FIGHT AT KHENOSTER RIVER.

You have heard of the great Waterloo ; It will live until history dies; Of Lucknow and Inkcrman too, And Alma of famed battle cries : “We’ll hae none but the bonnets o’ blue,” Which made every Russian shiver. I sing of a battle of modern limes, The light at the Klieuosler River. God knows if our quarrel is just, And mankind at large must admire, The terrible tight the poor Boer has made For family and household and fire, As the sun sinks to rest on the veldt, And they pray to the great God the giver Of everything food. There arc many sad blanks, blanks, Since the fight at the Khenostcr River. Do you hear the loud boom of the gun, And the swish of the Pom Pom and Maxim, For a terrible fight has begun, And the ambulance corps are all action. Just look at the large gaping wounds That make men’s whole nature to quiver. Hark, hark to the cry of bold Cradock’s men As they charge at the Khenostcr River. And the kopjes arc one sheet of flame As our men drive them out with the steel, And New Zealand is more than a name, And the Boers soon fall back, for they feel (The day is all over for them.) But what is that shout from the heights, The language seems strange, will they ever *Hear ake ako ke aha the cry For we won at the Khenostcr River. *Kewis cry at Orakau. We will fight for ever and for ever. A. H. Waddell. Hokitika.