Oh, the Fatherland, the happy Fatherland,
With fresh happiness will hum,
When their Emperor shall the Order wear
Of the Jap Chry-san-the-mum!
He's "a daisy" now, as the world doth know;
But, oh! won't he be thrice happy,
When he sports the badge of the Golden Flower
Of the cute and grateful Jappy?
If John Chinaman in the little Jap
Has most surely caught a Tartar,