BREST-BUCHAREST-VERSAILLES.
Oh, those were palmy days at Brest!
You had no sort of scruples then;
You knelt at ease on Russia's chest,
Dipped in her blood your iron pen,
Dictated terms the most abhorrent
And made her sign her own death-warrant.
At Bucharest 'twas much the same:
You had Roumania under heel;