Lyr. Add: ON THE ROAD TO DONGOLAY

In a little town called London,
Far away, and o'er the sea,
There's my own best girl a' waiting,
And I know she waits for me.
How I'd like to spend an evening
In the same old cheery way,
But there ain't no songs nor suppers
On the road to Dongolay

On the road to Dongolay
Where the ancient railway lay,
How they toiled, and moiled and sweated,
Just to make one mile a day.
Chorus:
On the road to Dongolay
Where the dying camels lay,
And the sun struck down like hell-fire
And gfrew hotter day by day.
2
Shif me somewhere south of Sarrass,
Where the medal roll begins,
And aman wipes out his sins,
And there ain't no wine nor women,
And a man wipes out his sins.
I begin to think it's gospel
What I've often heard them say,
That when once you tast Nile water
You won't never go away.

On the road to Dongolay, etc.

Literary Notes, Star, Putange 5699, 19 Whiringa-a-nuki 1896, page 2.
"Correspondent, "Canterbury Times," London, August 21.
From another issue:

Here's a health and best of luck, boys,
To you all in the ExA., [?]
From Sirdar down to Drummer,
May we get to Dongolay!
With a little help from England,
And no one to say us nay,
We'll spend a merry Xmas
Further south than Dongolay!

On the road to Dongolay,
Where the ancient railway lay,
As we toiled, moiled and sweated-
Just to make one mile a day-
Chorus- On the road to Dongolay, etc.

Seems to me that these rhymes have been altered for a gentile readership.

A fragment from a different parody-
There's a chance for Tommy Atkins
And the Sikh to have some fun
We take the work and finish
What the Gippy's well begun,
For there's still a bit of country
Lies stretching south, away
From Dongola to Dafur,
On the road to UGAN-DAY.

Evening Post vol. LII, 28 Nov. 1896, p. 2. Rhodesian Rhymes.