And gave 'em just the chance to snap;
And fools had thought they likely would
(That's German-made and rattle-trap);
They'd shout—the Kaiser said they should—
And, happen, wipe us off the map.
From snow to sand that shout has burst,
And German lies are well belied;
And flood calls field for who'll be first—
They're proud to share the Empire-pride.
It's them for Britain at the test;