That song! That song!
Now came the great dramatic effect. On to the stage climbed, in the latest revue manner, from all parts of the house, the army of which I had the honour to be one, all pointing the finger of doom at the cringing Tommy Thurlow. Having got him well into our midst and broken to the world, we sang at him these stirring lines to a too familiar tune:—
It's a long way to get to Paree,
It's a long way to go;
It's the wrong way through little Belgium,
The wrongest way we know.
Good-bye, Kaiser Billy;
Farewell, O mein Herr;
It's a long, long way to St. Helena,
But your home's right there!