For der voorit must pe mine own,
So I'll pe der King alone,
Mit a unifersal throne
Kaiser Bill.
But we'll toss you out the tip,
(Though the censor seal the lip)
That he'll soon be "on the hip"--
Will the Kaiser.
For his submarines are sinking,
And his men in trenches, stinking,
While the Western world is linking
'Gainst the Kaiser.
He'll be picked up in a basket,
With a U-Boat for a casket,
And a name plate, if he ask it.
"KAISER BILL."
Then "submerge" in kerosene,
Kept in memory ever green
As the profligate, obscene
Kaiser Bill.
THE RAW RECRUIT
Ses Corporal Madden to Private McFadden:
Be gob, ye're a bad 'un;
Now turn out your toes;
Yer belt is unhookit
Yer cap is on crookit
Ye may not be dhrunk,
But be jabers, ye look it;
Wan-two! Wan-two!
Ye monkey faced devil, I'll jolly ye through!
Wan-two! Time! Mark!
Ye march like the aigle in Cintheral Park.
Ses Corporal Madden to Private McFadden:
A saint it ud sadden
To dhrill such a mug;
Eyes front! ye baboon ye!
Chin up! ye gossoon, ye!
Ye've jaws like a goat--
Halt! ye leather lipped loon, ye!
Wan-two! Wan-two!
Ye whiskered orang-outang, I'll fix you!
Wan-two! Time! Mark!
Ye've eyes like a bat, can ye see in the dark?
Ses Corporal Madden to Private McFadden:
Yer figger wants padd'n--
Sure man, ye've no shape;
Behind ye yer shoulders
Stick out like two boulders;
Yer shins are as thin
As a pair of penholders;
Wan-two! Wan-two!
Yer belly belongs on yer back, ye Jew!
Wan-two! Time! Mark!
I'm as dry as a dog--I can't spake but I bark!
SERVING IN TEXAS
To old Satan Texas was given
By the Lord who lives in Heaven,
And the Devil quoth "I've got what's needed
To make a good Hell," and he succeeded.
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