For every officer gets his fill
And even the men are fed.
His beard as long as his hair is short,
Von Tirpitz says with a mighty snort,
"We've money and men and boats;
We're here to-day and we're here to-morrow;
Pass up the beer and drink death to sorrow;
Why, even our Navy floats!
"Behind the locks of our snug retreat
We hurl defiance at Jellicoe's Fleet