In South Africa, an anthem to white pride
As young Afrikaners strive to to move past their ancestors' racist legacy, a pop song strikes a chord.
from the February 28, 2007 edition
Page 3 of 3
"De La Rey"
By Bok van Blerk
On a mountain in the night
We lie in the darkness and wait
In the mud and blood I lie cold,
Grain bag and rain cling to me
And my house and my farm
Burned to ashes,
So that they could catch us
But those flames and that fire
Burn now deep, deep within me
Chorus:
De la Rey, De la Rey
Will you come to lead the Boers?
De la Rey, De la Rey
General, General, as one man
We'll fall in around you
General De la Rey
And the Khakis that laugh,
A handful of us against their whole great might,
With the cliffs to our backs,
They think it's all over
But the heart of the Boer lies
Deeper and wider
That they'll still discover
At a gallop he comes, the Lion of
The West Transvaal
Because my wife and my child
Are perishing in a concentration camp,
And the Khakis' reprisal is poured
Over a nation that will rise up again
General De la Rey
De la Rey, De la Rey
Will you come for the Boers?
We are ready
(Translation from Afrikaans by Mail & Guardian newspaper)
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