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Punch's Almanack for 1915.
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Bernhardi was a Teuton scribe, One of the Blood-and-Thunder tribe; I cannot tell you all he said on The coming scrap at Armageddon;
But things have gone against his creed And so he's very wild indeed; And, if his brain goes dottier stillHe'll have to go to Looneyville.
BLOUDIE BILL.
An August Legend, after Ingoldsby.
O, why doth thine eye gleam so bright,Bloudie Bill,
O, why doth thine eye gleam so bright ? The Fatherland's sons May have horses and guns, They may fight all the day, and sit tight All night, But they'll never get round ^the right.
Thy laughter is pleasant to see, Bloudie Bill,Thy laughter comes pleasant and gay: "The contemptible French And his Army entrench, But We haven't a moment to stay To-day; And We shoo the poor fellows away.
"Then Paris lies open to Us Bloudie Bill,In a week she comes under Our hand. Next London shall feel The full weight of our heel— By October the 10th we shall land, vAs planned, And proceed up the Mall (with a band)."
O laugh not, I pray thee, so loud, Bloudie Bill,O laugh not, I pray thee, so clear; Art thou totally blind To the danger behind? Look! the Cossacks are coming! They cheer, "We're here." They are thundering up in thy rear!
Thy answer comes ready and quick, Bloudie Bill,"In a week We have France on her knees; Then We pillage and burn, Do a right-about-turn, And mop up the Tsar at Our ease, And seize Just as much of his land as We please."
O, thine eye is prophetic and keen, Bloudie Bill,There s a splendour that shines on thy brow; "'Tis done! We have won Such a place in the sun As no one can take from Us now; So bow To Us, the All-Highest. Wow-wow!"
*****O, why doth thine eye gleam so bright, Bloudie Bill,Doth the tear in thine eye make it bright? Von Kluck and his Huns Had the horses and guns; They could fight all the day; they could fight All night... But they never got round on the right!A. A. M.
End of Mother Goose-Step Rhymes.
