ENG2603
EXAM
PACK 2023
,ENG2603 Mock Exam 1
B.V. SIBIYA
Answer ONE queson from Secon A, and ONE queson from Secon B.
Your answers should be two to four pages in length, and wri en in the form of
carefully constructed essays.
Secon A
Answer ONE queson in this secon for 50 marks.
Queson 1: Poetry
By making close reference to content and poec devices, discuss how this poem uses sare to portray
the coloniser (“The Brish Se ler”). Remember to quote from the poem to support your argument.
The British Settler
Tune – ‘Oh what a row’; or, ‘The humours of a Steam-boat’
Oh! what a gay, what a rambling life a Se ler’s leading!
Spooring ca le, doing ba le, quite jocose;
Winning, losing; Whigs abusing; shopping now, then mu on breeding;
Never fearing, persevering, on he goes!
When to the Cape I first came out, in days of Charlie Somerset,
My lands were neatly measured o , ff
and reg’larly my number set;
I stru ed round on my own ground, lord of a hundred acres, sir,
,I made a trip to Kafirland, in hopes to find my cow again,
And tried to act the denst then, which no one can do now again; I
drew the Kafir’s ivory teeth, at risk of hempen collar, sir.
Which at Graham’s Town on the market brought me full 300 dollars, sir!
Oh! what a gay, &c.
My second go was but so so, although the trade was brisk
enough; The patrols nearly boned me in a secret maze;
I hid my load out of the road, and, faith, I just had risk enough,
For this trade was hanging ma er in those good old days!
My stock-in-trade on pack-ox laid, I tried my luck at smouching then,
But found the Boers were wide awake as Yorkshiremen at chousing them;
They swept me some rock chrystals – gems, they swore, of purest water, sir;
And for breeding stock, a scurvy lot of hamels and kapaters, sir!
Oh! what a gay, &c.
Of fortune’s frowns, smiles, ups, and downs, I had a great
variety; I smouching drop. I open shop, the buy a farm;
Doing charming with my farming, best with friends’ society,
When all at once the Amakose break the charm!
Assegaing, yelling, crying – murder! fire! and revelry!
Stealing ca le, bloody ba le, every kind of devilry –
, Any sympathy withheld, when of our all bere . Compensaon
for spol’aon, a er such representaon, Seemed so fule, and
inule, that ‘twas scouted by the naon! And that we’ve sll a
dollar le , our thanks be to no sngy-man, Whose name’s a
charm our souls to warm, – THE GOOD, THE BRAVE
SIR BENJAMIN!
Oh! what a gay, &c.
Kafirs lauded and rewarded for their savage, fierce
irrupon, By the folks of Downing-street and Ex’ter hall!
Then no checking Boers from trekking, fleeing, seeing such
corrupon; Ho entots and Fingoes, saucy vagrants all!
Such delusion and confusion seldom are exhibited,
When for convenience of the blacks the whites are stabbed and gibbeted!
Yet, persevering through those ills, the storm again I’ve weathered, sir!
My children married happy, and my nest again feathered sir!
Oh! what a gay, &c.
’Tis four and twenty years, my friends, since first on Afric’s shore we landed!
And retrospecons crowd my mind of that great day;
Fear and doubt shut hope all out, for on a desert we seemed
stranded, And dreary was our prospect then in Algoa Bay!
EXAM
PACK 2023
,ENG2603 Mock Exam 1
B.V. SIBIYA
Answer ONE queson from Secon A, and ONE queson from Secon B.
Your answers should be two to four pages in length, and wri en in the form of
carefully constructed essays.
Secon A
Answer ONE queson in this secon for 50 marks.
Queson 1: Poetry
By making close reference to content and poec devices, discuss how this poem uses sare to portray
the coloniser (“The Brish Se ler”). Remember to quote from the poem to support your argument.
The British Settler
Tune – ‘Oh what a row’; or, ‘The humours of a Steam-boat’
Oh! what a gay, what a rambling life a Se ler’s leading!
Spooring ca le, doing ba le, quite jocose;
Winning, losing; Whigs abusing; shopping now, then mu on breeding;
Never fearing, persevering, on he goes!
When to the Cape I first came out, in days of Charlie Somerset,
My lands were neatly measured o , ff
and reg’larly my number set;
I stru ed round on my own ground, lord of a hundred acres, sir,
,I made a trip to Kafirland, in hopes to find my cow again,
And tried to act the denst then, which no one can do now again; I
drew the Kafir’s ivory teeth, at risk of hempen collar, sir.
Which at Graham’s Town on the market brought me full 300 dollars, sir!
Oh! what a gay, &c.
My second go was but so so, although the trade was brisk
enough; The patrols nearly boned me in a secret maze;
I hid my load out of the road, and, faith, I just had risk enough,
For this trade was hanging ma er in those good old days!
My stock-in-trade on pack-ox laid, I tried my luck at smouching then,
But found the Boers were wide awake as Yorkshiremen at chousing them;
They swept me some rock chrystals – gems, they swore, of purest water, sir;
And for breeding stock, a scurvy lot of hamels and kapaters, sir!
Oh! what a gay, &c.
Of fortune’s frowns, smiles, ups, and downs, I had a great
variety; I smouching drop. I open shop, the buy a farm;
Doing charming with my farming, best with friends’ society,
When all at once the Amakose break the charm!
Assegaing, yelling, crying – murder! fire! and revelry!
Stealing ca le, bloody ba le, every kind of devilry –
, Any sympathy withheld, when of our all bere . Compensaon
for spol’aon, a er such representaon, Seemed so fule, and
inule, that ‘twas scouted by the naon! And that we’ve sll a
dollar le , our thanks be to no sngy-man, Whose name’s a
charm our souls to warm, – THE GOOD, THE BRAVE
SIR BENJAMIN!
Oh! what a gay, &c.
Kafirs lauded and rewarded for their savage, fierce
irrupon, By the folks of Downing-street and Ex’ter hall!
Then no checking Boers from trekking, fleeing, seeing such
corrupon; Ho entots and Fingoes, saucy vagrants all!
Such delusion and confusion seldom are exhibited,
When for convenience of the blacks the whites are stabbed and gibbeted!
Yet, persevering through those ills, the storm again I’ve weathered, sir!
My children married happy, and my nest again feathered sir!
Oh! what a gay, &c.
’Tis four and twenty years, my friends, since first on Afric’s shore we landed!
And retrospecons crowd my mind of that great day;
Fear and doubt shut hope all out, for on a desert we seemed
stranded, And dreary was our prospect then in Algoa Bay!
