SONG OF THE SAMSONS

We are Samsons, Biff! Boom! Bang! Here to pot the Potsdam Gang. If Bad Bill is found in Metz, We'll not vouch for what he gets! If in Essen he is caught, Good Night! Kultur, Him und Gott! Shades of Bismarck! Watch him faint When he finds his Empire ain't! To our Sweethearts we said "Knit," We must go and do our Bit! How d'ye do, Pierrot? Pierrette? We are friends of Lafayette! Wait until our Drive begins,— Bill, you'll suffer for your sins! Sick 'em, Prince! We'll tie the fuse Onto Frederich Wilhelm's shoes. When we occupy Cologne— Phew! How big and strong you've grown! We will paint each shop and lodge With bright red in camouflage! Then to Carlsbad we will swing; Need the baths like everything! Frauleins leave your fears behind; We don't war on womankind! We are filled with fire and zeal: Watch us pick the locks to Kiel! We are coming to our own In Lorraine across the Rhone! When our Flocks of Eaglets fly-- Dunder! Blitzen! Bill, Good-bye! Beaks of Steel and Claws of Lead-- Sun eclipsed! The Geezer's dead. CHORUS O, you U Boats, That for U! We slipped thru you; How d'y' do? Hindenberg? Ach, let him rant! He won't stop us 'cause he can't! Zepps and Taubs are falling down; Butcher Bill will lose his crown; Watch your step, you Horrid Hun, You can't goosestep when you run! Hooray for the crimson, white and blue! 'Rah for Old Glory! Chapeau bas vous! 'Rah for the Tri-Color! We're at home In la belle France by the eau de Somme; Hooray for our Allies true and brave! We'll all sweep thru like a tidal wave Over the top in a mighty Drive-- And never stop while the Hunds survive!