I was wombling about the house the other day when I ran into Mrs Kinch.
This is not, you understand, a remarkable occurrence.
What was remarkable was that she was singing a version of "The British Grenadiers" that her great uncle had taught her. For those who are interested, the lyrics follow.
The British they were marching
and the Boers they came in sight
The Boers took their rifles
and blew them out of sight
Sound the bugle!
Sound the drum!
Give three cheers for Kruger!
To hell for the Queen!
and her old Tamborine!
Because we're all for General Kruger!
And there you are Reverend.