That slowly rumble up
To enable Messrs. Vickers to converse with Messrs. Krupp.
Garrison cannon is never swift
(Shells are a deuce of a weight to lift);
When they are ready to open shop,
Where they are planted, there they stop,
The grey guns,
The gay guns,
That know what they're about,
To wait at fifteen hundred yards and clear the trenches out.