Custodians, custodians!
Mongols and Manchurians!
Christians, wolves, Mohammedans!
In hard Berlin they cried: “O King,
China’s way is a shameful thing!”
In Tokio they cry: “O King,
China’s way is a shameful thing!”
And thus our song might call the roll
Of every land from pole to pole,
And every rumor known to time