Candice, excuse the nitpicking (what's another hundred years* between
friends, in the oppression of Ireland) but could you mean _1872_? (If you
can have a Jubilee after 35 years??) The Prince would then be young Bertie,
the man whose private life inspired (deeply) generations of White House
incumbent- even recumbent- smokers.
*Reminds me of the Montezuma's revenge aspect of Eurovision Song Contest
success.
Best,
John
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Van: Candice Ward <[log in to unmask]>
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Verzonden: zondag 7 oktober 2001 9:29
Onderwerp: The South Down Militia
> Searching Irish ballad sites earlier, I snagged this rather precious
number
> for Robin, then thought it might strike a chord or two here. The South
Down
> Militia was formed in 1800 from the older regiment that had helped to
> suppress the 1798 Rebellion at Wexford. The lyrics (by one Hammond in
_Songs
> of Belfast_) are obviously post-1972, but neither its exact date nor its
> melody was provided--Candice
>
>
> The South Down Militia
>
> Chorus:
>
> You may talk about your King's Guards, Scots Greys and a'
> You may sing about your Kilties and your gallant Forty Twa
> Or any other regiment under the King's command
> But the South Down Militia is the terror of the land.
>
> There's Russians and there's Prussians and brave Italians too
> There's Greeks and Ancient Romans, not forgetting the Zulu
> But from Greenland's icy mountains to India's coral strand
> The South Down Militia is the terror of the land.
>
> You've heard of Julius Caesar and of great Napoleon too
> And other famous hairymen that fought at Waterloo
> But if you read your history, you'll quickly understand
> The South Down Militia is the terror of the land.
>
> And when we marched through London in the year of brave '14
> The gracious King reviewed us, and so did the gracious Queen
> "Och, bloody war!" says the Queen and waves her lily hand
> "The South Down Militia is the terror of the land!"
>
> When the Kaiser heard the regiment had landed down in France
> In wild despair he tore his hair--"We haven't an effing chance!"
> For when the Germans saw us coming, they threw down their guns and ran
> For the South Down Militia is the terror of the land.
>
> It was at the Royal Jubilee in the year of seventy-two
> The Queen and the Royal Prince was there, inspecting the Great Tattoo
> "Hey! Major Wallace!" says the Queen, "Them boys of yours looks grand!"
> "Och, hold your tongue!" says Wallace, "They're the terror of the land!"
>
> When Kruger heard the regiment had landed at Capetown
> "I regret," says he, "we're bate," says he, "we may throw our rifles
down."
> "There is only one conclusion: we'd better quit the Rand
> For the South Down Militia is the terror of the land."
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