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PIET
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Ah there, Piet!—be'ind 'is stony kop,
With 'is Boer bread an' biltong, an' 'is flask of awful Dop;
'Is Mauser for amusement an' 'is pony for retreat,
I've known a lot o' fellers shoot a dam' sight worse than Piet.
He's shoved 'is rifle 'neath my nose
Before I'd time to think,
An' borrowed all my Sunday clo'es
An' sent me 'ome in pink;
An' I 'ave crept (Lord, 'ow I've crept!)
On 'ands an' knees I've gone,
And spoored and floored and caught and kept
An' sent him to Ceylon!
Ah there, Piet!—you've sold me many a pup,
When week on week alternate it was you an' me "'ands up!"
But though I never made you walk man-naked in the 'eat,
I've known a lot of fellers stalk a dam' sight worse than Piet.
