The Bells Of Berlin
[From Punch of London.]
(Which are said to be rung by order occasionally to announce some supposed German victory.)
The Bells of Berlin, how they hearten the Hun
(Oh, dingle dong dangle ding dongle ding dee;)
No matter what devil's own work has been done
They chime a loud chant of approval, each one,
Till the people feel sure of their place in the sun
(Oh, dangle ding dongle dong dingle ding dee.)
If Hindenburg hustles an enemy squad
(Oh, dingle dong dangle ding dongle ding dee,)
The bells all announce that the alien sod
Is damp with the death of some thousand men odd,
Till the populace smiles with a gratified nod
(Oh, dangle ding dongle dong dingle ding dee.)
If Tirpitz behaves like a brute on the brine
(Oh, dingle dong dangle ding dongle ding dee,)
The bells with a clash and a clamor combine
To hint that the Hated One's on the decline,
And the city gulps down the good tidings like wine,
(Oh, dangle ding dongle dong dingle ding dee.)
The Bells of Berlin, are they cracked through and through
(Oh, dingle dong dangle ding dongle ding dee,)
Or deaf to the discord like Germany, too?
For whether their changes be many or few,
The worst of them is that they never ring true,
(Oh, dangle ding dongle dong dingle ding dee.)