Their name to us is rank and fetid,
And on their sins our rage is fed;"
And all the German Press repeated
Precisely what the Kaiser said.
Eh well. That water is a worry!
And doubtless, if the iron glove
Should meet us here in Kent or Surrey,
Its clasp might soften into love;
We might despatch him with a grey grin,
And all the German Scribes would vow