Them Belgians had the chance to shirk,
And watch, instead of do, the work;
But no! They chose a bigger thing
And blocked the bully; gave us breath
To get our coats off. Sure as death
They're Men—a King of Men for King.
Don't think they're beat with what they've got,
And begging pennies, 'cos they're not.
It's this—their job is good and done;
They're fighting-pals; they're hungry, cold;