And soon the land from shore to shore
Will echo with the din of war,
As arméd hosts with martial cries
Descend upon the warble-flies.
We've got the shells, we've got the guns
(The same that overwhelmed the Huns),
And, what is more, we've got the Man;
With WINSTON riding in the van
I do not think there's any doubt
That we shall put the foe to rout,