paroles de chanson Angels of Vegkop - John Edmond
                                                We 
                                                came 
                                                with 
                                                our 
                                                wagons' 
                                                cross 
                                                    a 
                                                grassland 
                                                sea
 
                                    
                                
                                                Rolling 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                long 
                                                flotilla
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                Tarkaland 
                                                with 
                                                thirty 
                                                families
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                crossed 
                                                the 
                                                big 
                                                wide 
                                                river
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                Andries 
                                                Hendrik 
                                                Potgieter
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                Reverend 
                                                Sarel 
                                                Cilliers
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                led 
                                                us 
                                                with 
                                                his 
                                                rifle 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                Bible
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                lessen 
                                                all 
                                                our 
                                                fears.
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                were 
                                                angels 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                laager
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                brewed 
                                                the 
                                                coffee 
                                                pot
 
                                    
                                
                                                Till 
                                                we 
                                                settled 
                                                down 
                                                with 
                                                our 
                                                livestock
 
                                    
                                
                                                At 
                                                    a 
                                                place 
                                                called 
                                                Doornkop.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                they 
                                                call 
                                                it 
                                                Vegkop
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                there's 
                                                    a 
                                                reason 
                                                why
 
                                    
                                
                                                "Twas 
                                                there 
                                                we 
                                                fought 
                                                    a 
                                                battle
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                Angels 
                                                buy 
                                                our 
                                                side.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Though 
                                                we 
                                                came 
                                                in 
                                                peace 
                                                there 
                                                was 
                                                    a 
                                                chief
 
                                    
                                
                                                Called 
                                                Kalipi 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                Matabele 
                                                Tribe
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                massacred 
                                                folks 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                laagers
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                the 
                                                Vaal's 
                                                green 
                                                riverside.
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                scorned 
                                                the 
                                                flag 
                                                of 
                                                truce 
                                                we 
                                                flew
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                    a 
                                                Mzilikazi' 
                                                yell,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Reverend 
                                                Cilliers 
                                                then 
                                                said 
                                                    a 
                                                prayer
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                deliver 
                                                us 
                                                from 
                                                hell.
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                were 
                                                Angels 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                Laager
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                fired 
                                                the 
                                                crucible 
                                                pot
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                poured 
                                                the 
                                                lead 
                                                into 
                                                the 
                                                moulds
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                make 
                                                us 
                                                all 
                                                    a 
                                                bag 
                                                of 
                                                shot
 
                                    
                                
                                                Stood 
                                                by 
                                                with 
                                                powder 
                                                horn 
                                                and 
                                                rod
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                load 
                                                the 
                                                muskets 
                                                for 
                                                each 
                                                man.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                angels 
                                                of 
                                                Vegkop 
                                                pledged 
                                                to 
                                                fight
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                enemy 
                                                hand 
                                                to 
                                                hand.
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                closed 
                                                the 
                                                Laager 
                                                up 
                                                with 
                                                thorn;
 
                                    
                                
                                                Covered 
                                                the 
                                                wagons 
                                                with 
                                                hides,
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                protect 
                                                the 
                                                old 
                                                and 
                                                young 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                rain
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                    a 
                                                thousand 
                                                assegais.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Two 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                number 
                                                perished 
                                                and
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fourteen 
                                                were 
                                                wounded 
                                                by 
                                                spears
 
                                    
                                
                                                Four 
                                                hundred 
                                                and 
                                                seventy 
                                                enemy 
                                                died
 
                                    
                                
                                                Before 
                                                the 
                                                Impi 
                                                disappeared.
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                were 
                                                angels 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                laager 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                loyal 
                                                Baralong
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                tended 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                wounded 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                horses
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                keep 
                                                them 
                                                safe 
                                                and 
                                                calm.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                enemy 
                                                stole 
                                                ten 
                                                thousand 
                                                stock
 
                                    
                                
                                                Our 
                                                lifeblood 
                                                taken 
                                                away.
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                the 
                                                Angels 
                                                of 
                                                Vegkop
 
                                    
                                
                                                Inspired 
                                                us 
                                                that 
                                                dark 
                                                day.
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                were 
                                                Angels, 
                                                Angels, 
                                                Angels 
                                                watching 
                                                over 
                                                us.
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                the 
                                                far 
                                                off 
                                                Bleskop 
                                                Mission
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                the 
                                                reverend 
                                                Archbell;
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                rider 
                                                was 
                                                sent 
                                                to 
                                                ask 
                                                for 
                                                help
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                the 
                                                imminent 
                                                coming 
                                                hell.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sustenance 
                                                came 
                                                just 
                                                in 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                we 
                                                realized 
                                                there 
                                                and 
                                                then;
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                Angels 
                                                of 
                                                Vegkop
 
                                    
                                
                                                Were 
                                                the 
                                                women 
                                                and 
                                                children.
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                were 
                                                Angels 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                Laager
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                stood 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                thirty 
                                                four,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Way 
                                                back 
                                                in 
                                                1836
 
                                    
                                
                                                Against 
                                                Silkaats' 
                                                ravishing 
                                                horde.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Nic 
                                                Potgieter 
                                                and 
                                                Pieter 
                                                Botha
 
                                    
                                
                                                Were 
                                                the 
                                                fallen 
                                                men
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                today 
                                                the 
                                                Angels 
                                                of 
                                                Vegkop
 
                                    
                                
                                                Are 
                                                watching 
                                                over 
                                                them, 
                                                are 
                                                watching 
                                                over 
                                                them.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                Angels 
                                                of 
                                                Vegkop 
                                                were 
                                                the 
                                                women 
                                                and 
                                                children.
 
                                    
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