"The German Fleet is coming," The Sunday papers say, "And the shell will soon be humming When they fix upon the Day." All the Sunday experts write, Working very late at night-- "They are coming--they'll be on you any day." Though it's very cheery reading, And we hear it ev'ry week; Yet the Hun is still unheeding, And is just as far to seek. And it seems so unavailing They should write and tell us so-- If the Hun is shortly sailing, Couldn't _some one_ let him know? We are ready, and we're waiting, And we know they're going to fight; And we're just as good at hating As the Brainy Ones that write. But they talk of Information They have gathered unbeknown-- That "the mighty German Nation Is a mass of skin and bone." And they take their affidavy That a fight is due at sea: _Dammit--tell the German Navy_, What's the use of telling me? WE WE. All our fighting brothers are away across the foam, Hats off to the Englishman! Here's a chance for Englishmen living safe at home, Make a lot of money while you can! We are fighting for the Right and the Honour of the Race With the Bulldog Grip they know; Who's the silly novice there putting on the pace? You'll be taken for a Yank--Go slow! All the Nations know us as the finest of the Earth; Three cheers for the lads in blue! An' we're drawing extra wages that are more than we are worth-- But a half-day's work will do. The shades of England's fighting men are watching us with pride As we live for England's fame; To save us for posterity was why they went and died-- Oh! The War is a real fine game! Let the War go rolling on alone for awhile, Let the line stand fast in the West; Let 'em learn to use the bayonet in the grand old style, While the Bulldog Boys have a rest. What's the good of hurrying? British pluck'll win; We can stand to the strain all right. What about another rise? Send the notice in-- Just to show how the Bulldogs fight. Chorus! all together--We're the finest race of all, So beware of the English Blade; Now the fighting men are gone--why, however many fall, All the more for the lads that stayed. THE SAILOR'S VIEW THE SAILOR'S VIEW. (1916).