Dauntless Dan
The cry went up for volunteers
To join the battle van
And then we gave three lusty cheers
And said here’s Dauntless Dan!
For years upon the football field
He’s been well to the fore
But to no living man he’ll yield
In hatred of the Boer
They tried his ardour for to damp
By regulations stringent
But now he’s in the Newtown Camp
Among the Fifth Contingent
They took him to the rifle butts
To try how he could aim
Although they said both eyes he shut
He got there all the same
He passed well through the riding test
Without a single spill
And now he ranks among the best
Does the Dauntless Dan McGill
This poem was written/submitted by Maurice McGill.
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