PROGRESSIVE
Money spent on an Army or Fleet
Is homicidal lunacy…
My son has been killed in the Mons retreat.
Why is the Lord afflicting me?
Why are murder, pillage and arson
And rape allowed by the Deity?
I will write to the Times, deriding our parson
Because my God has afflicted me.
CHORUS
We had a kettle, we let it leak;
Our not repairing it made it worse.
We haven't had any tea for a week…
The bottom is out of the Universe!
CONCLUSION
This was none of the good Lord's pleasure,
For the Spirit He breathed in Man is free;
But what comes after is measure for measure
And not a God that afflicteth thee.
As was the sowing so the reaping
Is now and evermore shall be.
Thou art delivered to thy own keeping.
Only Thyself hath afflicted thee!
A SONG AT COCK-CROW
'Ille autem iterum negavit.'
The first time that Peter deniéd his Lord
He shrank from the cudgel, the scourge and the cord,
But followed far off to see what they would do,
Till the cock crew—till the cock crew—
After Gethsemane, till the cock crew!