Degenerate and drunken; if the dollars chink and rattle,
'Tis the only sort of music that will call them to the battle.”
And all the bristle-headed cried, “Ja wohl!”
And so next day your battle rolled across the Menin Plain,
Where Capper's men stood lonely to your wrath.
You broke him, and you broke him, but you broke him all in vain,
For he and his contemptibles kept closing up again,
And the khaki bar was still across your path.
And on the day when Gheluvelt lay smoking in the sun,
When Von Deimling stormed so hotly in the van,