THE BOERS' NATIONAL HYMN.

Auckland Star, Volume XXX, Issue 196, 19 August 1899, Page 1 (Supplement)

THE BOERS' NATIONAL HYMN.

The following translation of the Transvaal national hymn is at the present time of considerable interest:—

The four colours of our dear old land Again float o'er Transvaal, And woe the God-forgetting hand That down our flag would haul. Wave higher now in clearer sky Our Transvaal freedom's stay Our enemies with /right did fly; Now dawns a glorious day.

Through manj' a storm ye bravely stood, And we stood likewise true; Now that the storm is o'er we would L/eave nevermore from you. Bestormed by Kaffir, Lion, Brit, Wave ever o'er their head; And then to spite we noise thee yet Up to the topmast stead.

For long years did we beg—aye, pray, To keep our lands clear, free. We asked you Brit, we loath the fray; Go hence, and let us be. "We've waited, Brit, we love you not, To arms we call the Boer; You've teased us long enough, we troth, Now wait we, nevermore.

And with God's help we cast the yoke Of England from our knee; Our country safe—behold and lookOnce more our flag waves free. Though many a hero's blood it cost, May all the nations see That God the Lord redeemed our hosts; The glory His Khali be.

Wave high now o'er our dear old land, Wave, four colours of Transvaal. And woe the God-forgetting hand That dares you down to haul. Wave higher now in clearer sky, \ Our Transvaal freedom's stay!' Our enemies with fright did fly, Now dawns a glorious day.