BROTHER BILL.

Colonist, Volume LVI, Issue 13598, 7 October 1914, Page 2

BROTHER BILL.

You're out to win a battle, brother Bill; . . , And your sabre loud you rattle, Brother Bill; But your dead lie by the hundred just wherever they have blundered, For you're killing them like cattle. Brother Bill! ; ■ You have sworn you'll worry through it, Brother Bill; But I wonder if you'll rue it, Brother ■Bill; As you trample like a savage down a road of lust arid ravage, Are you satisfied to do it, Brother' Bill? For the blood the Prussians swim in, Brother Bill, Comes in part from kids and women> Brother Bill; Have you heard what your dragoons did in the killing of the wounded ? Does your glory welcome him in, Brother Bill? You command a mighty nation, Brother Bill, And you're filled with exultation, Brother Bill; Is the murdered Belgian's scream quite a comfortable theme V For your midnight meditation, Brother! Bill? You have mines to hit our navy, Brother Bill, , - . For to send it down to Davy, Brother Bill; - But your ships are nabbed securely, arid they're bottled up so surely That they stew in their own gravy, Brother Bill. There's a Russian army, marching, Brother Bill, V Over Prussia pale and parching', Brother Bill; And before you've finished sweating for the victories it's getting, Your moustache will need some starching, Brother Bill. Somehow jour triumph tarries, Brother Bill;.,," - ' For the smartest scheme miscarries, Brother Bill; All your ships are off the ocean, and your troops will get the notion That the road is long to Paris, Brother -Bill! , You're a- tough chap in a duel, Brother Bill, But your ways are strangely cruel, Brother Bill; And \vhen this war is ended I'm afraid you won't look splendid Nor your fame shine like a jewel, Brother Bill. . ' —Sydney "Sun." . ■ / -^