From Brussels’ town they came to raise the Congo form the mire,
And braved with true Crusader’s zeal, the rebel’s murderous fire,
To bring the presence Belgique to the savage native clans,
They fought and bled and never fled, those Belgian Black and Tans.
A lot of lies by radicals about King Leopold,
And slanders on the missions and mineowners too were told
To chastise sullen tribesmen, we amputate their hands,
We shed their blood for their own good,
Us Belgian kind Black and Tans.
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I have a total irreverence for anything connected with society except that which makes the roads safer, the beer stronger, the food cheaper and the old men and old women warmer in the winter and happier in the summer.
Laatst gewijzigd door Txiki : 26 augustus 2011 om 15:54.
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