They have a chief who longs for war,
Let tax and income tax increase.
Pay! ’tis what we’re created for,
Better to fight, and glory win,
Than hoard a pile of useless “tin.”
Keep firm on Ministerial height
He who nor man nor nation fears—
He who seeks peace, yet fears not fight—
Whose strength and knowledge come with years—
Who knows that peace on earth’s divine!