Far in the Old Kalahari there the Boers sing like this
Give us the Old Kalahari the Old Kalahari above
In misty plains all around me the burning sun and sand
Lovely and peacful surroundings my old Kalahari land
Sun bugs sing in your bushes to cool the hot sun
You see red Afrikaner oxen at every turn
Far in the Old Kalahari to there in the Molopo
Give us the Old Kalahari the Old Kalahari above
When I am called on safari
By him whom I cannot deny
I pray that the old Kalahari
Will be part of that land in the sky

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