A glory lights the skies of Flanders Where the blood-stained fields lie bare, Where the clouds of war have gathered, Built their parapets in the air; Halted stands the Teuton army,...
A shrine, where saints and scholars met And held aloft the torch of truth, Lies smouldering 'neath fair Brabant's skies, A ruined heap - war's prize in sooth! The Pilates of Teutonic blood...
When the German troops were marching with the Uhlans far ahead, The objective point being Paris, as the Berlin wireless said, There was trouble in the Louvre, 'mong the paintings on the walls,...