An African
THERE's a native of Cape Town Always wears a scarlet crown.
Not a lord of high degree, But a simple peasant he.
You will see him, if you look, Resting in some sunny nook.
He's no Boer nor Englishman, But a native African!
He just wanders up and down O'er the wilds of hot Cape Town; Takes no part in strife or war, - Does n't know what it is for.
Boers may fight if they must needs.
Calm he sits among the weeds.
No soldier he in battle's hum, But just a red geranium!
