French with caps like skies in summer,
Came the Serbs and came the Russians,
Came the English, Jocks and Irish,
Admirals, snotties and Commanders,
Colonels, Generals and Captains,
And a few bold bad Lieutenants
Poodle-faking with some sisters.
Here they met and fed together,
Drank their mastic, tea or absinthe,
Talked their own peculiar language,