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Isandlwana

Scarlet coats, and crash o' the band,
  The grey of a pauper's gown,
A soldier's grave in Zululand,
  And a woman in Brecon Town.


My little lad for a soldier boy,
  (Mothers o' Brecon Town!)
My eyes for tears and his for joy
  When he went from Brecon Town,
His for the flags and the gallant sights
His for the medals and his for the fights,
And mine for the dreary, rainy nights
  At home in Brecon Town.

They say he's laid beneath a tree,
  (Come back to Brecon Town!)
Shouldn't I know?—I was there to see:
  (It's far to Brecon Town!)