What shall the coming year bring forth, O Lord, who rulest the land? For the navies of the sea and air Are but stubble in Thy hand. The battalions in the field go forth; They arm in mighty line;...
I cleave the air through the murky night, High o'er the forests and sleeping towns; Below me drifts the shimmering light - A glorious fresco on vale and downs; My sea hath no billows nor rocky shores,...
O, the Kaiser's bhoys are marching, "nach Paris" they are going, But they've sthopped to rest a minit at the Marne and at the Meuse; And the Gordons and the Ministers are thryin' to entertain them,...
What are the Kaiser's favorite poems? Well, now, you tax me hard: I know the Kaiser's favorite drink But do not know his bard; I'm sure it is not Schiller Who reigns in German homes....
The Kaiser is seeking "a place in the Sun" But I fear he'll have to wait, Till another eclipse has dulled its face And the Allies have woven his fate: For the "spots" on the Sun are all occupied...