With something in the nature of a hymn,
Which they may chant, assisted by the band,
While working backwards to the Fatherland.
Put to the air of Deutschland über alles
Or else to one of Our own sacred ballets,
The lilt of it should leave their hearts so fiery
That at the finish they would make enquiry—
"What would our Attila to-day have done?"
And, crying "Havoc!" go and play the Hun.
For there are some cathedrals standing yet,