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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 , and reg’larly my number set; ff I stru ed round on my own ground, lord of a hundred acres, sir, And said I’d plough, I’d buy a cow, the butchers cut and bakers, sir. Oh! what a gay, &c. On Kowie’s banks I built a house, and made a snug locaon there; I fenc’d my lands with my own hands to keep all ght; The river rose, and fore my nose made awful desolaon there; The Kafirs stole my only cow away that night! 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 – Helter-skelter, seeking shelter, wives and children rustling in! Husbands wounded – lost confounded, tender friends are justling in! Oh! what a gay, &c. Hopes are blasted, pale and fasted, now reduced to beggary; Burnt locaons, public raons all we’ve le ; Names abused, of climes accused by agents vile of whiggery,