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 ' _.INGERSNAPS 
 
 'BY 
 
 G. D. FRAZEY 
 
GINGERSNAPS 
 
 dedicated to ^ny loyal person wKo lias 
 
 aided in freeing, the world from 
 
 despotic rule. 
 
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 Copyrighted 1918 hy 
 G. q). FRAZEY 
 

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 JUN 17 1918 
 
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CONTENTS OF GINGERSNAPS 
 
 1. When Old Glory is Flying in the Trenches. (Condens- 
 
 ed and set to music.) 
 
 2. Stand Behind the President. 
 
 3. The Kaiser's War Machine. 
 
 4. Uncle Sam's School. 
 
 5. The Red Cross Workers. 
 
 6. Uncle Billy's Stars. 
 
 7. We Am Coming Mistah Kisah. 
 
 8. The Brave 88. 
 
 9. Traitors to Our Flag. 
 
 10. Paddy Nolan. 
 
 11. Sleepy Jim. 
 
 12. I'se Gwine to Shave de Kisah. 
 
 13. Unlucky. (Canto No. 1.) 
 
 14. Unlucky. (Canto No. 2.) 
 
 15. A War Allegory. 
 
 16. The Camp Dodge Boys. 
 
 17. Sleeping in France. 
 
 18. Made in Germany. 
 
 19. The Hand Writing on the Wall. 
 
 20. The Pvuined Blarney Stone. 
 
 21. When us Darkies Pay our Debts. (Song.) 
 
 22. The Kaiser's Ax. 
 
 23. Monkeys. (Song— To be set to music.) 
 
 24. The Kaiser's Lament. (Song— To be set to music.) 
 
WHEN OLD GLORY IS FLYING IN THE TRENCHES 
 
 The call to arms has sounded, 
 And our boys again must fight. 
 
 We are going into Europe 
 For to battle for the right. 
 
 The Kaiser sent a challenge 
 
 And his troops we'll put to flight 
 When Old Glory is flying in the trenches. 
 
 Our country now is calling 
 And we're going to the front. 
 
 Our country now is calling 
 
 And we'll bear the battles brunt. 
 
 The Kaiser and his autocrats 
 A safety place will hunt 
 
 When Old Glory is flying in the trenches. 
 
 Their pledges to our country 
 
 They have broke them o'er and o'«r. 
 
 The rights of helpless people 
 They contemptuously ignore. 
 
 We'll make them pay the penalty 
 And settle every score 
 
 When Old Glory is flying in the trenches. 
 
 The Kaiser told his people 
 
 We would never dare to fight. 
 
 With all our brag and bluster 
 We was trembling with fright. 
 
 This slander and its author 
 We are going for to smite 
 
 When Old Glory is flying in the trenches. 
 
 We'll meet them on the water 
 And we'll meet them in the air, 
 
 We'll meet them in the trenches 
 Yes; We'll meet them anywhere, 
 
 Until we gain a victory 
 
 That all the world can share 
 
 When Old Glory is flying in the trenches. 
 
 Our gallant boys are going 
 
 And are eager for the fray. 
 In France there's some assembled 
 
 And there's others on the way. 
 The helpless starving people, 
 
 They will bless the happy day 
 When Old Glory is flying in the trenches. 
 
Upon our Country's banner 
 
 There has never been a stain. 
 We'll plant it in the trenches 
 
 And we'll make it very plain, 
 Our sacred rights and liberty 
 
 With honor we'll maintain. 
 When Old Glory is flying in the trenches. 
 
 In future years the Germans too 
 
 Will learn we helped to save 
 Their native land from tyranny 
 
 Of a bold designing knave. 
 They'll thank us for the freedom 
 
 That to them, Our fighting gave 
 When Old Glory was flying in the trenches. 
 
 And when the War is over 
 
 They will find us in the lead 
 In giving aid to ravished lands 
 
 In their distress and need. 
 We'll show the world our country 
 
 Was not fighting there for greed. 
 When Old Glory was flying in the trenches. 
 
 We're fighting for a lasting peace 
 
 And our troops will never lag 
 Until the Kaiser nevermore 
 
 The world in strife can drag. 
 A grateful world will honor us 
 
 Our country and our flag 
 For Old Glory's fight for freedom in the trenches. 
 
STAND BEHIND THE PRESIDENT 
 
 Dreaded War again has wakened 
 
 After slumbering for years 
 Like Mount Peelee's blast of fury 
 
 Drenching earth, with blood and tears. 
 Human liberty's in danger; 
 
 One and all, without dissent, 
 Must for freedom, all united. 
 
 Stand behind the President. 
 
 This no time for idle cavil, 
 
 This no time for selfish gain, 
 We must slay the foe of freedom 
 
 Ere our liberty is slain. 
 Loyalty must fight the battle. 
 
 Let the trumpet call be sent. 
 Danger threatens, do your duty. 
 
 Stand behind the President. 
 
 Deeds of horrors more atrocious 
 
 Then m heathen lands of old, 
 Like a Python now is crushing 
 
 Liberty within it's fold. 
 At our flag it now is striking 
 
 With a murderous intent. 
 We must all with single purpose 
 
 Stand behind the President. 
 
 Problems multiply by thousands 
 
 Dangers that may overwhelm 
 II we idly watch the struggle 
 
 Of our leader at the helm. 
 Every one, our flag's protected, 
 
 Should help for to circumvent 
 inis grave menace, and together 
 
 Stand behind the President. 
 
 History will never perish, 
 
 Shall our children bear the shame 
 Of a parent, like an Arnold? 
 
 Or be proud to see our name 
 By t.ie name of Patrick Henry 
 
 With the self same sentiment 
 lo attain this badge of honor 
 
 Stand behind the President. 
 
Keep in mind that Kaiser William 
 
 At our downfall he would gloat, 
 And his sword now red with slaughter 
 
 With keen point is at our throat. 
 Martyrs every day are falling, 
 
 Mangled, bleeding, torn, and rent — 
 Mutely to us all appealing 
 
 Stand behind the President. 
 
 When the life blood of our nation 
 
 Must be staunched with human life, 
 Work delayed, by selfish causes 
 
 Helps prolong the bloody strife. 
 We will never yield to tyrants 
 
 For to win is our intent. 
 We can do it if each person 
 
 Stands behind the President. 
 
 There is work for every person 
 
 Who must help the burden share, 
 Forcing slackers to their duty 
 
 Tracking traitors to their lair. 
 To the blood soaked fields of Europe 
 
 Aid at once it must be sent, 
 Patriots, with all your power, 
 
 Stand behind the President. 
 
 In the cause of human freedom 
 
 There is no dividing line 
 As we rally to our standard 
 
 To protect from base design, 
 Liberty, to all our people 
 
 And this answer will be sent; 
 We, with loyalty will ever 
 
 Stand behind the President. 
 
THE KAISER'S WAR MACHINE 
 
 In the Kaiser's brain, was a great campaign 
 For a German Conquest, planned 
 
 To Sweep the World and to leave unfurled 
 His flag in each foreign land. 
 
 With his cherished plan he at once began 
 
 In constiiicting a war machine; 
 He assigned each part of mechanical art 
 
 To workers he well could screen. 
 
 Keep this in view, I will look to you 
 
 In perfecting a submarine 
 That will find it's mark, in the light or dark, 
 
 And strike at the foe unseen. 
 
 And construct a gun, a most powerful one 
 
 That will bring to us renown 
 Whose shells will sweep, o'er the channel deep 
 
 From Calais to London town. 
 
 His words were few, to his airship crew, 
 Your ships must stand the test. 
 
 My Glory you'll share, with battles in air, 
 Be certain you have the best. 
 
 To his chemist class he said, "Make gas," 
 
 Sure to poison, blind, and kill. 
 Enclose it well like a sharpnel shell 
 
 To be used at our gunners will. 
 
 "Or dropped from the sky, where foeman lie 
 
 Unable to answer them back; 
 Or, with hand grenades, in our dashing raids 
 
 Leave death in its poison track. 
 
 "You all must heed; work not for speed. 
 
 Completing my great design. 
 Make no mistakes, though years it takes 
 
 In this glorious work of mine. 
 
 "And remember vrell, no tongue must tell 
 
 The work now planned to do. 
 Vast riches await that the hand of fate 
 
 Will distribute to me ahd you." 
 
 His men was told, "Spare not the gold. 
 
 No matter how great the cost. 
 Groat wealth we'll gain in our campaign, 
 
 In the lands our foes have lost." 
 
Like those on the brim, of crater's rim 
 
 That gave no sound from below 
 Of a waking spell, of its sulphurous hell; 
 
 The world thought not of a foe. 
 
 But well they knew, this German Crew, 
 
 The deadly storm would break. 
 And, well prepared, but little they cared 
 
 What it left in its fiendish wake. 
 
 Then without defense, only sheer pretense, 
 
 Their murderous aim to screen 
 They, upon the world, with hatred hurled 
 
 Their devilish war machine. 
 
 When fell the blow, it but served to show 
 
 The dastardly plot in time. 
 And the allies arose, and met their foes 
 
 With a strong defensive line. 
 
 And with righteous rage they did engage 
 
 The savage and ruthless Hun, 
 And the shot and shell of the German hell 
 
 They answered them gun with gun. 
 
 They drove them back like a coyote pack 
 To their burrows under the ground. 
 
 And their war machine, was plainly seen, 
 By the Germans, to be unsound. 
 
 But the ravenous pack again came back 
 With their numbers now increased. 
 
 But was scattered again by determined men 
 With their dogs of war released. 
 
 They tried once more, determined to score 
 
 On the Bloody fields of France. 
 But they tried in vain, for the leaden rain 
 
 Put an end to the Huns advance. 
 
 The dying and dead was thickly spread 
 
 On the soil they could not win. 
 Yet the Kaiser swore, "You must still fight more 
 
 For my war machine and kin." 
 
 But his soldiers said, "Look on our dead, 
 
 Your lust has caused this scene. 
 Now to hell with you, and you Kinsman too 
 
 And your damned old war machine." 
 
UNCLE SAM»S SCHOOL 
 
 I 
 
 To America's shore where the banner of freedom 
 Protected the helpless, the weak, and the poor. 
 
 Came thousands of people who suffered oppi^ession 
 To dwell unmolested, on liberty's shore. 
 
 To blend into harmony, love, and devotion. 
 These people from countries, far over the sea, 
 
 Uncle Sam, like a Father, in caring for children, 
 A school organized and to every one free. 
 
 The Golden Rule governed both t-sacher and pupils, 
 And loyaltly shed its sweet blossoms around. 
 
 The pupils wrote home to their friends and relations, 
 "The Garden of Eden, we surely have found." 
 
 The pupils increased and was numbered in millions. 
 
 Many teachers now labored with diligent pride. 
 Uncle Sam, with a smile, stood contentedly watching 
 
 The school he had founded with freedom its guide. 
 
 Afar, in the East, a dim war cloud was rising 
 
 That darkened, like somber black shadows of night. 
 
 The lightning of hate began flashing within it. 
 Descending to earth for to wither and blight. 
 
 Like a demon incarnate, it burst in its fury, 
 And vomited death, desolation, and woe. 
 
 The world stood aghast, as it swept over Europe 
 That staggered and reeled, at its shattering blow. 
 
 Its menacing roar, plainly heard in our country, 
 Its shadows rolled west, swiftly reaching our land 
 
 With the form of a spectre, appearing above it. 
 The Kaiser, with blood dripping sword in his hand. 
 
 On a banner he carried, in blood there Vv^as written, 
 "To keep me in power, your brothers have died; 
 
 Your helpless relations are freezing and starving, 
 And you must cast freedom and friendship aside. 
 
 And fight with my forces, to make me your ruler 
 With power to conquer this land of the free. 
 
 Sweet liberty's voices, must ever be silent 
 While I, as dictator, your ruler shall be." 
 
 Uncle Sam who was watching the face of his pupils 
 Whose friends and relations mislead by a knave 
 
 Was forging the shackles, to bind them forever 
 In bondage that only would end at the grave. 
 
He stood with one hand pointing up to Old Glory 
 And one at the spectre they plainly could see 
 
 Spoke briefly these words to his foreign born pupils 
 "A tyrant or Liberty, which shall it be?" 
 
 Saluting Old Glory they answered him promptly 
 We owe all we have to the bounty of you. 
 
 Our oath of allegiance forever we'll honor 
 
 And stand by our colors, the Red, White, and Blue. 
 
 Well spoken my children, the spectre is fading. 
 
 Ere long it will vanish forever from sight. 
 And Liberty, dear to the hearts of all people. 
 
 Will govern triumphant in Justice and right. 
 
 To our heroes who died, through greed of the Kaiser 
 Their life blood will hallow the freedom they gave, 
 
 Their sacrifice live, in the hearts of the people, 
 As long as the banners of liberty wave. 
 
 With a spirit of love, the deep wounds of affliction 
 We will bind them up gently with tenderest care. 
 
 No more in the future will murderous carnage 
 
 Be witnessed on earth is our hope and our prayer. 
 
THE RED CROSS WORKERS 
 
 When war clouds gather with a sullen roar 
 And carnage loud, its dreaded trumpets blow 
 
 Among the Mangled dead and wounded sore 
 The Red Cross Workers aid both friend and foe. 
 
 Their work of love and mercy is divine, 
 To sorrow, woe, and pain, they bring relief. 
 
 The splendor of their work will ever shine 
 
 Where ever stricken heads are bowed with grief. 
 
 The blessings of the Red Cross reach afar 
 To starving homeless ones, beyond the sea, 
 
 Left destitute by inithless savage war 
 From tottering age, to helpless infancy. 
 
 Each member of this brave devoted band 
 In private home ,or busy public place, 
 
 Their work of love is seen on every hand 
 Where aid is needed by the hum^an race. 
 
 To help this work of mercy, children gave. 
 
 May heaven bless each patriotic heart! 
 The money they had earned and planned to save 
 
 In Red Cross work they took a loyal part. 
 
 They work and plan in many different ways 
 And murmur not at pleasures now denied, 
 
 With willing hands they gladly help to raise 
 The burdens of the homes, beyond the tide. 
 
 Whenever comes the call for Red Cross work. 
 Both young and old they always do their best. 
 
 On battle fields where deadly dangers lurk 
 Or Midst — the starving homes of sore oppressed. 
 
 When bitterness of war is passed and gone 
 And reason points the way to better life, 
 
 The shining Red Cross work will still go on 
 And help to keep the world from war and strife. 
 
 The teachings of our master you can read 
 In Red Cross work, in many stricken lands. 
 
 Where millions suffered, thi-ough a tyrants greed 
 Whose ears was deaf, to righteous 'just demands. 
 
 God grant this work to lead and show the way 
 To endless peace, as led the brilliant star 
 
 The wise men to the place our Saviour lay, 
 And blot from earth the awful scourge of war. 
 
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UNCLE BILLY'S STARS 
 
 Old Uncle Billy Spencer was a farmer down in Maine 
 
 And a deacon in the church at Rocky Hill 
 An interesting speaker in a temperance campaign 
 
 And his oratory always raised a thrill. 
 He labored late and early, on his stumpy, rocky, farm 
 
 And lived a quiet, frugal, honest life. 
 He oft had read of Boston, of its culture and its charm 
 
 And determined for to see it, with his wife. 
 
 So one fine September morning, this worthy couple rose 
 
 And packed a market basket full of grub. 
 With an ancient trunk containing their extra Sunday 
 clothes. 
 
 They started on their visit to the hub. 
 Arriving there in safety; for awhile they looked around 
 
 And found a boarding house that suited well: 
 One thing annoyed them only, the rumble and the sound 
 
 Of traffic, and the street cars noisy bell. 
 
 The first day in the city, amid the rush and roar, 
 
 Much bewildered at the stores fine displays 
 Like two excited children in the circus days of yore 
 
 They loudly talked with w^ords of honest praise. 
 At night completely tired out but happy as could be 
 
 With minds aglow, they vainly tried to rest, 
 But Morpheus was skittish and their closing eyes would 
 see 
 
 The sights, so deeply on their minds impressed. 
 
 The second day they started out a little lame and sore, 
 
 And came upon a building extra fine 
 With fancy colored posters on bill boards at the door 
 
 That said ,inside two famous stars will shine 
 At two P. M., don't miss it, they'll not appear again, 
 
 Three dollars will admit you here today 
 Said Uncle Billy slowly, if we see 'em good and plain 
 
 I'll not begrudge the price we have to pay. 
 
 At two they promptly entered, like fairyland to them 
 
 The curtained stage appeared with paintings fine 
 The onramental ceiling sparkled like a massive gem. 
 
 Sweet music softly played, it seemed divine. 
 The curtain went up slowly, upon the stage there rushed 
 
 Two half clad females, v/ho at once began 
 To prance and kick ,and holler, while Uncle Billy blushed 
 
 That plainly showed beneath his coat of tan. 
 
 Like t\vo demented creatures, that feared some awful harm 
 They kicked with dainty feet, high in the air. 
 
 Their very scanty clothing, filled the Spencer's with alarm 
 But little did the creatures seem to care. 
 
Said Uncle Bill quite loundly, "I wish they'd stop and go 
 
 I want to see the brilliant shining stars." 
 A high brow sitting by him, said, "You must be very slow, 
 
 You are looking now at Jupiter and Mars." , 
 
 The Spencer's gasped with horror, "Is that all we will 
 
 see 
 
 ?" 
 
 "Ain't that enough:" the high brow answered back. 
 "Oh yes," said Uncle Billy, "in fact too much for me. 
 
 We'll start for Maine as soon as we can pack." 
 They left with burning faces, their culture dream was o'er. 
 
 And left for Rocky Hill that very night 
 For Boston's glory faded, and they both felt very sore 
 
 Six dollars spent, to see an awful sight. 
 
 At home they told the story, and it made the people laugh. 
 
 The Rocky Hill Gazette, then gave it space 
 To help out Uncle Billy, and to stop the merry chaff. 
 
 About the way he fell from saving grace 
 The papers said that worthy acts, made human stars to 
 shine 
 
 And Uncle Bill put on his thinking cap. 
 "I'll give 'em my opinion soon as I can spare the time 
 
 And Boston stars will surely get a rap." 
 
 One rainy day, with pen and ink, and paper he sat down 
 
 To write his version of a human star. 
 He first selected Edison to Vv''ear the royal crown 
 
 For music, light, and helpful aid in war. 
 Said Unclv2 Bill, "His music, it was given to the world 
 
 Its inspiration spreading everywhere 
 As welcome as the flowers, with petals just unfurled; 
 
 It makes all burdens easier to bear. 
 
 "The lights he has invented, they will shine for evermore 
 
 Like sunlight, turning darkness into day. 
 They banish childrens terrors they had always felt before, 
 
 And guide the nightly traveler on his way — 
 This Genius and Inventor, whose incessant work of years 
 
 Has scattered countless blessings everywhere. 
 His music thrills with pleasure as it falls upon the ears 
 
 And the splendor of his lights we all can share. 
 
 "When Old Glory was in danger, patriotically he gave 
 
 The service of his genius and his skill 
 To our country that was fighting, human liberty to save. 
 
 From the wily schemes of crafty Kaiser Bill. 
 A person who by acts and deeds is everybody's friend 
 
 And helps humanity, both near and far. 
 As long as people's living, his fame will never end. 
 
 That is my opinion of a human star." 
 
 "And Henry Ford's another who will wear a royal crown, 
 His work has won him laurel wreathes of fame. 
 
 The elforts he made ,trying to keep bloody warfare down. 
 High on the scroll of honor, wrote his name 
 
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'Peace to all/ is Henry's motto; It was proven by the test 
 When war's grim visage showed its ugly face 
 
 He gave both time and money, and he done his very best 
 To avoid the dread disaster to our race. 
 
 "The welfare of the people he has always kept in mind. 
 
 His work in every line, it shows advance 
 And every one that works for him, contented, you will find, 
 
 For he raised the price of labor at his plants. 
 When Uncle Sam appealed to him, his factories to rent 
 
 To help our country crush the cruel strife 
 He said, "Take all, no charges." This message it was sent. 
 
 He done his bit to save the nation's life. 
 
 "A Public benefactor, a Philanthropist and friend 
 
 He strove his best to settle all discord 
 And when his work is finished, all his labors at an end, 
 
 A grateful world will honor Henry Ford. 
 Some may mistake the glitter of the tinsel for the gold 
 
 But tinsel's glitter, it will quickly mar 
 While gold it never changes, and its color it will hold 
 
 Like shining deeds of every human star." 
 
 When Uncle Billy's version in the paper it came out 
 
 Hushed, was the idle chatter of the crowd. 
 Upon the streets they gathered in silent groups about 
 
 And read his letter through a misty cloud. 
 They look on Uncle Billy now as counsellor and guide 
 
 Their chaffing now upon him never jars. 
 His letter they are sending out o'er all the country wide, 
 
 They all endorse his views of human stars. 
 
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WE AM COMIN' MISTAH KISAH 
 
 Mr. Kisah, some one tole us, 
 
 You just loves to rule and fight; 
 So us black boys am a comin', 
 
 Glad to meet yo day or night. 
 And yo sholy will be happy, 
 
 If a scrap's what yo desiah; 
 We will nebber keep yo waitin, 
 
 Once we gets a chance to fiah. 
 
 If de tales da tells about yo, 
 
 Or de half of dem are true; 
 Killing helpless little chilluns. 
 
 Sick an wounded; woman too. 
 Wid yo submarines and zeplins, 
 
 Dropping bombs at dead of night; 
 You mus be de imp of darkness 
 
 An we'se gwine to get yo right. 
 
 When yo see us darkies comin,* 
 
 Swif as eagles on de wing; 
 Wid a cheer behin Old Glory, 
 
 Yo'll fo'git yo am a king. 
 Yo'll be mighty busy thinking. 
 
 Of de boys dat yo mus face; 
 And de sins yo have committed, 
 
 Dat has sunk yo in disgrace. 
 
 We will teach yo such a lesson, 
 
 Dat when yo sits down to eat; 
 All yo life, yo'll nebber relish, 
 
 "Any potion of dark meat; 
 Yo'll i^membah, culled sojers, 
 
 Nebber fears to lead de fight; 
 In de cause of human freedom, 
 
 'Gainst oppressors of de right. 
 
 And de nations dat you've trampled, 
 
 Underneath yo iron feet, 
 Will be shoutin' halleluiah, 
 
 When da hears of yo defeat; 
 When de Ole Star Spangled Bannah 
 
 Leaves foh home across de sea; 
 Da will only hab one master. 
 
 One dat lived in Gallilee. 
 
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THE BRAVE EIGHTY EIGHT 
 
 The Kaiser for years has been secretly planning 
 
 To govern the world under autocrat rule; 
 With his secret preparing, 
 
 To strike wtihout caring, 
 How base his deceptions, the nations to fool. 
 
 He said, we will first start our army to Paris, 
 Through Belgium and conquer the country of France; 
 
 Returning through Prussia, 
 We'll march into Russia, 
 
 Take Moscow, and then on Great Britain advance. 
 
 Our allies will hold in subjection the conquered, 
 While England's proud forces, we shatter, and spread 
 
 Through their country disaster. 
 And once we are master 
 
 Of England, our nation has nothing to dread. 
 
 That bird o'er the ocean that proudly is soaring. 
 It's wings we will clip at our leisure and ease; 
 
 Pull out every feather, 
 And stop it forever. 
 
 From Screaming at Monarchs far over the seas. 
 
 But alas! for the dreamer of viscious ambitions, 
 Who made of each ally both vandal and tool; 
 
 His plans they miscarried. 
 His forces was harried. 
 
 By nations opposing his tyranous rule. 
 
 Far out in the west gathered brave fearless fighters. 
 That trained at Camp Dodge, in fair Iowa State; 
 
 Under Getty and Plummer, 
 V\^ho mad-a it a hummer, 
 
 That splendid division, the brave Eighty Eight. 
 
 They'll bring back our Eagle, unplucked and undaunted, 
 Safe into Camp Dodge, then we'll all celebrate 
 
 The record they made, 
 
 \Vhen the Kaiser was flayed, 
 
 With help from the loyal and brave Eighty Eight. 
 
 The flag that they carry was never defeated. 
 
 And when they come back they will proudly relate, 
 
 When in France they appeared, 
 How Old Glory was cheered. 
 
 By the Allies that greeted the brave Eighty Eight. 
 
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They will help in the trenches in landing a wallop 
 That will settle the swell headed Emperor's fate; 
 
 His crown help to batter, 
 His troops help to shatter, 
 
 And the Huns will remember the Brave Eighty Eight, 
 
 When peace o'er the world spreads its mantle of justice 
 Blotting out with its splendor, all malice and hate. 
 
 With joy bells all ringing, 
 The world will be singing. 
 
 The praises deserved by the Brave Eighty Eight. 
 
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TRAITORS TO OUR FLAG 
 
 Once more o'er our country dark war clouds have lowered, 
 And the call has gone out for the true and the brave, 
 
 To city and hamlet, to mountain and valley, 
 To flock to our standard, our honor to save. 
 
 Our eagle is soaring aloft through the shadows 
 . And pluming its wings for a flight o'er the sea; 
 To strike a death blow with its talons of justice 
 A dang-er that threatens a world's liberty. 
 
 While Army and Navy is swiftly preparing 
 To strike with a vengeance, an insolent foe; 
 
 There's traitors around us in every direction 
 
 That's striving to keep us from striking the blow. 
 
 Yes, traitors that came to the land of Old Glory 
 To escape from the poverty over the wave; 
 
 And swore their allegiance to cherish and honor 
 Our flag that protects them, the freedom it gave. 
 
 When danger confronts us, like venomous serpents, 
 They'r striking with poisonous fangs in the dark 
 
 At the heart of the country whose bounty has fed them. 
 Their gratitude equals the vulture and shark. 
 
 And while our brave boys are marching to battle, 
 Shall treason be born in this land of the free? 
 
 No, Never! while patriots live to assemble 
 
 And demand for all traitors a rope and a tree. 
 
 In the future more careful to safeguard Old Glory, 
 Less Leniency then, to this class we will show; 
 
 The eyes of our Eagle will ever be watchful, 
 For treason and traitors our deadliest foe. 
 
 Our flag it shall wave, without stain or dishonor. 
 
 Polluted by traitors, it never shall be 
 While patriots live, v/e will always defend it 
 
 Where ever it floats, upon land or the sea. 
 
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PADDY NOLAN 
 
 My name is Paddy Nolan, 
 
 In France I'll soon be strollin' 
 Wid the stars and stripes above me, and I'll try sir 
 
 To uphold the Irish fame. 
 Midst that hell of shot and flame, 
 
 And I hope I'll get the chance to meet the Kaiser. 
 
 I would introduce him gaily, 
 
 To a Donnybrook Shillelah, 
 And the fancy strokes he got would make him wiser. 
 
 If he happened to get well. 
 And remained on earth a spell. 
 
 When Paddy Nolan finished, wid the Kaiser. 
 
 That haythen, Turk and Bulger, 
 
 Wid private lives so vulgar. 
 That the stench is reaching up into the sky, sir; 
 
 Vv^id all dacency forgotten, 
 And their reputation rotten, 
 
 They are just the type to mingle wid the Kaiser. 
 
 They are like Hyena's feeding 
 
 On dead bodies, never heeding 
 The sick and old, or infants wailing cry, sir; 
 
 That's a sample of the vermin, 
 That is allied wid the German 
 
 After stuffing on the Kultur of the Kaiser. 
 
 The Kaiser now is sneering. 
 
 As if no danger fearing, 
 And my fighting blood is mounting very high, sir; 
 
 I will make him rue the day. 
 That he started in to slay. 
 
 If face to face, I ever meet the Kaiser. 
 
 The slaughtered men by millions. 
 
 And wealth destroyed in billions, 
 Wid murdered babes and mothers, make me cry, sir; 
 
 Paddy Nolan would be proud 
 To forever line a shroud 
 
 If for one minute he could face the Kaiser. 
 
 If there iver was a divil, 
 
 That needs to burn and shrivel 
 In the hottest flames that Satan can devise, sir; 
 
 It's that fiend in human form, 
 That all dacent people scorn. 
 
 That Hydra headed monster called the Kaiser. 
 
 From the horrors now appalling 
 
 The stricken lands are calling 
 And Old Glory is responding to the cry, sir; 
 
 Paddy Nolan will be there 
 Ready for to do his share 
 
 And he'd gladly give his life to meet the Kaiser. 
 
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SLEEPY JIM 
 
 In the picturesque hills of the Ozarks 
 Jim Turner, a sturdy young chap 
 Through life, never quarreled with labor 
 
 He would compromise, taking a nap 
 This habit, well known to his neighbors, 
 
 Whenever they spoke about him: 
 
 Anywhere in the possum trot district. 
 
 It was always of Big Sleepy Jim. 
 
 In the summer Jim sleepily fiddled, 
 
 And his music was soothing and slow; 
 His head very soon would be nodding 
 
 And soundly to sleep he would go. 
 His wife labored hard in the garden, 
 
 Making vigorous use of the hoe. 
 For she was quite different to Jimmy 
 
 And to idleness always a foe. 
 
 As soon as the frost began turning 
 
 The leaves to gold, russet, and brown, 
 Jim out of his trance would awaken 
 
 And take from the cabin wall down 
 His gun for its annual cleaning. 
 
 While he cheerily whistled a tune 
 And his dogs were as eager as Jimmy 
 
 To be trailing the Possum and Coon. 
 
 All night through the fall and the winter 
 
 This natural born hunter would tramp, 
 With a spirit of rare exaltation 
 
 No night was too stormy or damp. 
 When hunting, Jim never was sleepy 
 
 And baying of hounds through the night. 
 To him was the sweetest of music 
 
 That filled him with keenest delight. 
 
 One rainy day late in the autumn 
 
 By the fireplace Jimmy sat down, 
 And soon he was sleeping as usual 
 
 But his face wore an ominous frown, 
 For a vision of battle was sweeping 
 
 Through the mind of the sleeper at will, 
 He heard the loud thunder of cannons, 
 
 And the call of the bugle so thrill. 
 
 The officers sabers was flashing. 
 
 The shells whistled high in the air. 
 The cheering of soldiers was mingled 
 
 With groans of the dying ones there. 
 As Jimmy stood watching the battle 
 
 Without the least feeling of dread 
 He was stinick by a missile descending 
 
 With a murderous crash on his hend. 
 
Whon he opened his eyes he was startled, 
 
 For there stood his wife with a broom 
 He was safe and secure in his cabin, 
 
 And the two were alone in the room 
 He heard his wife angrily saying, 
 
 "If you want any supper tonight 
 You hustle some wood for the fire 
 
 Or I will not get you a bite." 
 
 To the woodshed Jim yawningly ambled 
 Sitting down for a moment to think. 
 Of his curious dream of the conflict 
 While refreshing himself with a drink. 
 From a bottle of pale amber liquid 
 For some reason kept in the shed, 
 Jim said it assisted brain action, 
 
 Clearing up tangled thoughts in his head. 
 
 As he pondered he heard a commotion 
 
 On the road in the valley below; 
 He stepped to the door to discover 
 
 Some uniformed men in a row, 
 Old Glory as flying above them 
 
 With fife and drum leading the line, 
 The men keeping step with the music 
 
 To Jim it was thrilling and fine. 
 
 The sight spurred the hunter to action 
 
 And he sped to the valley below, 
 And halting the column he querried 
 
 'Who are you, and where do you go?' 
 The Captain replied, 'we're' Hun hunters 
 
 On our way to the trenches in France" 
 *I want to go with you said Jimmy' 
 
 Said the Captain, 'right now is your chance.' 
 
 In the training camp Jimmy was chosen 
 
 For his wonderful nerve and keen eye, 
 To train with a bunch of chief gunners 
 
 On whom Uncle Sam could rely; 
 To safeguard his boats on the ocean 
 
 From submarines under the wave. 
 Like night prowling beasts of the jungle 
 
 That strike before warning is gave. 
 
 A transport, that Jimmy was guarding 
 
 Was nearing its goal in the East, 
 When out of the depths of the ocean 
 
 Came the periscope nose of the beast, 
 That was seeking our soldiers destruction 
 
 Quick, Jimmy's gun spoke with a roar 
 The periscope shattered and crumbled. 
 
 And the danger was speedily o'er. 
 
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Then loud rose the cheering for Jimmy 
 
 For his fame as a gunner was won, 
 He soon was transferred to the trenches 
 
 To shoot at the planes of the Hvifi; 
 At this, Jim became so proficient 
 
 Shooting Aeroplanes out of the sky, 
 Reports of his skill reached the Kaiser 
 
 Who declared this bold gunner must die. 
 
 One evening as Jimmy sat smoking 
 
 And reviewing his record with pride. 
 With the medals he won as a gunner 
 
 Piled up in a heap at his side; 
 When suddenly. Biff, without warning 
 
 His head got a terrible whack. 
 He saw shooting stars for a moment, 
 
 Then everything turned very black. 
 
 When his eyes, slowly opened. Oh, horrors! 
 
 With a large stick of wood in her hand 
 His wife in the woodshed was standing 
 
 And her voice was not pleasant or bland, 
 As she shouted, "you big lazy lubber 
 
 Get instantly off of that seat. 
 And cut me some wood to get supper 
 
 Or you'll not get a mouthful to eat." 
 
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ISE GWINE TO SHAVE DE KAISER BY AND BY 
 
 As a sojar, I'm a dandy, 
 
 Wid a razah, I am handy, 
 And de Kisah he had bettah min' his eye, 
 
 For I'se gwine to cross de ocean 
 When de ahmy gets in motion 
 
 And Fse gwine to shave de Kisah, by and by. 
 
 Now you bet he'll not be grinnin', 
 
 When his face I gets to skinnin', 
 And his har and whiskers da begins to fly. 
 
 You can bet yo bottom dollah, 
 Dat ri make him whoop and h6llah, 
 
 Wid mah trusty Wade and Butcher, by and by. 
 
 And while I am a shavin', 
 
 I will nebber heed his ravin', 
 Or his promise for his meanness to atone. 
 
 I'l help send him into Hades, 
 Whar he'll nebber murder ladies, 
 And den he can fight de debbil for his throne. 
 
 Dar I hope da'li fight each udder 
 
 Till de rascals both will smudder 
 Wid de brimstone and de fiah down below; 
 
 An forever keep a rostin'. 
 An a sizzlin' and a tostin'. 
 
 Den a peaceful worl' some happiness will know. 
 
 Dat will end dis awful killin'. 
 
 And dis darky will be willin^ 
 To come back to Uncle Sam across de foam, 
 
 Wid no Kisah, and no debbil. 
 We can lib upon de lebbil. 
 
 And de po' folks ober yander hab a home. 
 
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UNLUCKY 
 
 (First Canto) "The Kaiser's Dream' 
 
 Mit splendors gleam, I hadt a dream, 
 
 Der vission dazzled me, 
 Der vorld vas mine, I vas divine, 
 
 Und Lord of Landt and sea. 
 
 Dot dream so blain, it filled mein prain, 
 
 Long after I did vake, 
 I formed a blan ,to be der man 
 
 To holdt der vinning stake. 
 
 Mein blans mit care, I didt brebare 
 
 To rule mit iron handt, 
 I sent mein poor, to foreign shore. 
 
 To vork for Vaderlandt. 
 
 Mit Plarney Schweet, mein beoples greet, 
 
 Und bit them vork, und plot, 
 Mit might und main, great riches gain. 
 
 To help meinself, und Gott. 
 
 In U. S. A., make blenty hay 
 
 Vile bright der sun does shine, 
 For Vaderlandt, you understandt, 
 
 Ach Himmel, dot was fine. 
 
 To Onkel Sam, as friendt, Fl sham, 
 
 Und giff him not a hunch, 
 So ven der fight, vas started right, 
 
 He cannot land der punch. 
 
 Der Lions Tail, Fl twist, und flail 
 
 His vooley noisy headt, 
 Und mit his hide, hung opp and dried, 
 
 He'l be forever deadt. 
 
 Into der lair, of Russian Bear, 
 
 Fl march mit loaded gun, 
 Und mit a shoudt, I'll scare him oudt, 
 
 Und plug him on der run. 
 
 Und into France, I'l gaily prance 
 
 Und ven in Faroe fine, 
 Fl schange mit glee, der marseilles. 
 
 Into der Wacht am Rhine. 
 
 I>er Leedle schaps, vots on der maps, 
 
 Fl gobble vun by vun; 
 Und celebrate in royal state, 
 
 Mein vork so nobly done. 
 
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Ven Lordt of all, I'l make dem crawl, 
 
 Und bow before der Vill, 
 Of me Und Gott, dere humble lot, 
 
 Mit Shoy Mein Heardt vill fill. 
 
 Und ven I die, oop to der sky, 
 V\ ving mein shining- flight. 
 
 If Heaven shaste, dondt suit mein taste, 
 ri stardt annudder fight. 
 
 Und I vill own, der pearly throne 
 
 Und Gott vill haff to flee, 
 I will be idt, und dere PI sidt 
 
 Through all eternity. 
 
 Second Canto *«The Kaiser's Finale." 
 
 Mein blans so shly, der nations lie 
 
 All unbrebared to fight, 
 Der time is now, to stardt der row 
 
 Und put dem all to flight. 
 
 Ho! drusty spies! All quick arise, 
 Prake loose in efl"ry clime. 
 Mein var machine, so bright und c]<?an, 
 Put into gear und prime. 
 
 Mein shrewdest spies, mit crafty lies, 
 
 Vill handle Onkcl Sam, 
 Der rest mit ease, down on dere knees, 
 
 Ve'll hafl" dem soon, py tam. 
 
 Vots dot you say! in U. S. A.! ' 
 
 Der Schermans vill not fight! 
 For Gott und me, und victory, 
 
 Ach Himmel vot a plight. 
 
 Dey sent me vord, der Eagle Bird, 
 
 He shelters mit his ving 
 Der veak und poor, from efi'ry shore 
 
 Mooch better as a king. 
 
 Mit rage I cried, you scamps half lied, 
 
 Und fooled meinself und Gott, 
 Und for dot sin, PI put you in 
 
 Dark dungeons, for to rodt. 
 
 Oop to dere nose, dere thumb arose, 
 
 Dere fingers viggled shly; 
 Und mit a lafF, dey giff me chafl" 
 
 Und vinked dere odder eye. 
 
 Do^yn in dei>a pants, dey shove dere handts 
 
 Und gelt began to fly 
 From effry state, to seal my fate 
 
 Mit va} bonds they didt buy. 
 
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Dey shoudt mit glee; Landt of der free, 
 
 You made me vat I am; 
 Und mit delight, I'l always fight, 
 
 For home, und Onkel Sam. 
 
 Mein hair I tore, und loudly swore, 
 
 Der fight, Fl not resign. 
 Beneath der wafe, you'l find a grafe, 
 
 From submarine und mine. 
 
 Mit savage vill, Fl slay und kill, 
 
 Und fill der vorld mit woe; 
 Und make der name, of Kaiser, shame 
 
 Der Duyful, down below. 
 
 Mein Gott! vat news, mein army lose! 
 
 Und now in full retreadt! 
 Mein navy schw^ell, all shot to h— 1! 
 
 Mein airships too was beat! 
 
 Mein dream is o'er, to Pluto's shore 
 
 Fl vend mein veary vay, 
 Among der lost, Fl pay der cost 
 
 For Hell vill be to pay. 
 
 24 
 
A WAR ALLEGORY 
 
 A young bronco buster was Teddy McDougal 
 
 From infancy reared on a Wyoming ranch, 
 Red headed and freckled, a marvel of mischief 
 
 Of Scotch-Irish parents, young Ted was the branch; 
 His father was foreman, while twenty young cowboys 
 
 Was tutors to Teddy now thirteen years old 
 They taught him all arts, of the cowboy proficient 
 
 He proved an apt scholar, couragous and bold. 
 
 At roping and tying, at shooting and riding, 
 
 Ted mastered them all with a vigor and vim. 
 Jack rabbits and Coyotes he jumped on the ranges 
 
 Their chances for life was exceedingly slim; 
 His mind was not blunted by wordly ambitions 
 
 From vice and temptations he always was free. 
 The pleasures he found every day in the saddle 
 
 When riding the range, filled his spirit with glee. 
 
 The elder McDougal with thoughts of the future 
 
 Had entered a homestead and purchased a claim, 
 On a section of land he was now holding title 
 
 Where later, to open a ranch, was his aim; 
 An oil field developed, his land in the center 
 
 Began spouting fortunes of dark liquid hue, 
 V/hich changed all his plans of the future completely 
 
 To him they was bright,but to Teddy quite blue. 
 
 McDougal with pride said, "My boy we are wealthy 
 
 My first duty now is to put you in school. 
 For knowledge is power and it will protect you 
 
 From schemers and knaves to becoming a tool; 
 We are going to Boston, the hub of great learning." 
 
 This brought to Ted's eyes, a most dangerous glint, 
 As he gazed o'er the range where the cattle were feeding 
 
 And muttered some words that's unfitted to print. 
 
 But Teddy well knew the Scotch blood of his father 
 
 Developed within him, an iron clad will. 
 That brooked no opposing or yielded to pleading 
 
 So he voiced no dissention, but wisely kept still, 
 And bidding adieu to the home of his childhood, 
 
 Where free as the eagle his life had been spent. 
 His chaps and his spurs, and sombrero discarded 
 
 In tailor made garments to Boston he went. 
 
 Well hidden from view he had smuggled his outfit 
 
 So dear to his heart, with his lasso and gun, 
 For he was determined that life in the city 
 
 Should not put an end to his freedom and fun, 
 He soon was enrolled at a school quite selective, 
 
 Miss Bean let, the teacher, tall stately and trim, 
 Severely precise in her language and manners, 
 
 through spectacled eyes, looked forboding at him. 
 
 PF. 
 
The first day was spent in instructing the pupils 
 
 In the routine of classes, and learning the rules, 
 Each Friday we have essay reading,and speaking, 
 
 A custom well known in all primary schools; 
 An allegory of war, Mr. Terrance McDougal, 
 
 This duty for Friday, to you I'll assign, 
 Our Country's at war, inspiration will aid you, 
 
 To handle the subject, and render it fine. 
 
 For a mom.ent Ted's facCjWoi-e a puzzled expression, 
 
 Then a smile of relief as he nodded his head, 
 I'll try and be present he cheerfully answered 
 
 As he thought of the war thrilling news he had read; 
 It was well for Miss Beanlet that she was deficient 
 
 In the mind reading art, for the peace of her mind, 
 Or she would have changed the consignment to Teddy 
 
 The outcome of which she was blissfully blind. 
 
 On Friday, at school, young McDougal was missing 
 
 And the hour of closing, was drawing apace. 
 When into the room, rushed a weird apparition 
 
 In cowboy apparel and a blood covered face; 
 The children affrighted screamed loud in their terror 
 
 Miss Beanlet, too terrified, even to flee, 
 Gasped faintly. "Who are you, and v/hy this intrusion?" 
 
 "Tm the Ally Gory, you asked me to be." 
 
 "All we^k I've been searching, for pro-German students. 
 
 And I located three, in the district below, 
 This morning I dressed in Wyoming regalia 
 
 Gave a cheer for Old Glory ,and went for the foe; 
 As soon as they saw me they yelled "Hock der Kaiser" 
 
 I said, damn the Kaiser, the son of a gun. 
 In less than five seconds the fireworks started 
 
 In less than five minutes, the victory was won. 
 
 Two pro-German students, this moment are lying 
 
 On hospital cots, undergoing repairs, 
 The other retreated in rapid disorder. 
 
 His language would not be mistaken for prayers; 
 I have certainly relished my part in the program 
 
 In the future you always can bank upon me. 
 To take any part, where I scrap for my country 
 
 A true Ally Gory, I am willing to be." 
 
 Miss Beanlet said, "Here, take this note to your father' 
 
 Ted took it and left feeling cheerful and proud. 
 After changing his costume and cleansing his features 
 
 The note was delivered, and read out aloud; 
 "Dear Mr. McDougal, you chose the wrong teacher 
 
 There only is one, in the country I know, 
 That's fit to give Terrance, the lessons most needed 
 
 He trains the wild beasts in Carl Hagenbeck's Show." 
 
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THE CAMP DODGE BOYS 
 
 There's a camp of grit and muscle 
 
 In the State of Iowa, 
 Where soldier boys are training 
 
 For to enter in the fray; 
 They are training under leaders 
 
 That will land a heavy blow, 
 On the Kaiser and his army 
 
 And they're eager for to go. 
 
 Caddock teaches them to grapple 
 
 In close quarters with the foe, 
 Mike Gibbons gives them lessons 
 
 How to land a deadly blow, 
 Every trainer is efficient 
 
 And most thorough in their drill, 
 They're a dandy fighting unit 
 
 And they'll stagger Kaiser Bill. 
 
 When the laddies get's in action 
 
 And their mettle they can show, 
 Like a cyclone in it's fury 
 
 They will sweep upon the foe; 
 Like a million angry hornets 
 
 Stirred up with a mighty stick. 
 They will sting the Kaiser's soldiers 
 
 That will make them yell and kick. 
 
 They are going to the trenches 
 
 And they're bound to make a rep, 
 For the Eighty Eight's a dandy 
 
 And the boys has got the pep, 
 They will land so quick and heavy 
 
 On the pets of Kaiser Bill, 
 When they see Old Glory coming 
 
 They will have a nervous chill. 
 
 There will be a moving picture 
 
 When the gallant Eight Eight, 
 Meets the German foe in battle 
 
 That will seal their ruler's fate; 
 When they face about for Berlin 
 
 For a burst of speed they'll try, 
 And there'll be some German cussing 
 
 For not having wings to fly. 
 
 And they'll soak the Kaiser plenty 
 
 For the evil he has done, 
 And they'll jab his royal breeches 
 
 When they get him on the iiin; 
 And if he should not recover 
 
 They will leave him to his fate 
 Ao awell with kindred spirits 
 
 Where they never learn to skate. 
 
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When the Kultur frauds are vanquished 
 
 And their posion fangs are drawn, 
 And the world is free forever 
 
 From the danger of their spawn, 
 They will live in degradation 
 
 And have time to meditate, 
 On the valiant fighting spirit 
 
 Of the Gallant Eighty Eight. 
 
 High upon the scroll of honor 
 
 Will appear each laddies' name, 
 And the gratitude of millions 
 
 Will add luster to their fame; 
 When triumphant these returning 
 
 We v/ill gladly shalre their hand, 
 For the part they took in fighting 
 
 For the freedom of our land. 
 
 And their comrades who are sleeping 
 
 In their graves b-ayond the sea, 
 They will never be forgotten 
 
 By the nations that are free; 
 For they died to give us freedom 
 
 From a tyrants cruel hate, 
 And we love the dead, and living, 
 
 Of the the gallant Eighty Eight. 
 
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SLEEPING IN FRANCE 
 
 Our troops are now fighting, the battles of freedom. 
 
 Where the greed of ambition, with tyrannous sway- 
 Is drenching the earth with the blood of the people, 
 
 While starving young infants, the aged and gray; 
 Among the brave Martyr's so ruthlessly slaughtered, 
 
 Whose ears are now deaf, to the orders, advance, 
 Are many that fearlessly followed Old Glory, 
 
 Devoted and loyal, now sleeping in France. 
 
 Delayed in our action, in joining the struggle, 
 
 By a false, insincere, hypocritical knave, 
 Whose promises made, was repeatedly broken 
 
 To give him more time, the whole world to enslave; 
 With Europe defeated, how the eyes of the Kaiser 
 
 When looking at us they would sparkle and dance, 
 At the thought of next forcing, Old Glory's surrender 
 
 That's why we have soldiers, now sleeping in France, 
 
 Unmasked is the Kaiser and warned by the danger, 
 
 Aroused is our nation, now striking a blow 
 At the viper Vvhose tongue has betrayed many nations, 
 
 And drips with deception, the parent of woe; 
 To help in destroying, this demon cf Europe 
 
 Our country is certainly proud cf the chance. 
 And mingled with others, v/ho died for world freedom 
 
 We have many heroes, now sleeping in France. 
 
 No compromise now, with this fiend of destruction. 
 
 His power for evil, must languish and die 
 His hands that are red with the blood of the people, 
 
 Soon harmless forever, will motionless lie; 
 And over the battle scarred fields of the carnag-e 
 
 Survivors with uncovered heads will advance, 
 And reverently kneeling will pay their devotion 
 
 At the graves of our heroes, now sleeping in France. 
 
 The wounds of the fighting will slowly heal over, 
 
 The ruins of homes, time will fully repair. 
 But nothing will banish from memory, the horrors 
 
 Of bloodshed and slaughter, deep grief, and despair; 
 But free in the future, from tyrant's oppression 
 
 The blessings of peace ,will our spirits entrance. 
 With love and devotion, to brave fallen heroes. 
 
 Who gave us our freedom, now sleeping in France. 
 
 Sleep on silent heroes, with us, you are living 
 
 In our hearts, and that love will be sacred and true. 
 And time will but brighten, the laurels you added 
 
 To liberty's standard, the red, white, and blue; 
 And when v.e assemble, to honor your memory 
 
 And up to our flag we all gratefully glance. 
 It will silently tell us ,who died to defend it 
 
 And among them are heroes, now sleeping in France. 
 
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MADE IN GERMANY 
 
 There was a noted foreigner, an Iron Chancellor was 
 
 he, 
 Who made a very cl-ever beast, and it was "Made in Ger- 
 many." 
 
 Although the beast was camouflage, it was complete as it 
 
 could be, 
 A specie of vampire bat, and it was "Made in Germany." 
 
 He made, the bill of base intrigue, sharp as the sting of 
 
 honey bee. 
 Designed for sucking nations blood, and it was "Made in 
 
 Germany." 
 
 The eyes he made of brilliant sham, that sparkled with 
 
 apparent glee, 
 That serve to hide their gleam of hate, for they were 
 
 "Made in Germany." 
 
 It's velvet wings of false pretense, fanned sleeping nations 
 
 silently, 
 Who wakened not at loss of block, for they were "Made in 
 
 Germany." 
 
 It's claws was made of trusty spies, discreetly hid so none 
 
 could see. 
 Until a fatal blow was struck, for they were "Made in 
 
 Germany." 
 
 It's fur was sugar coated lies, quite handsome for the world 
 
 to see. 
 That hid a million poison guards, for it was "Made in 
 
 Germany." 
 
 When all complete in every part the Kaiser was called in 
 to see. 
 
 The subtle beast, to be his aid, and it was "Made in Ger- 
 many." 
 
 The Chancellor said feed it well, on German Kultur and 
 you'll see. 
 
 Yourself dictator of the world, for it was "Made in Ger- 
 many." 
 
 But wont it fool our people too? Ach; that is naught to 
 
 you and me, 
 The Czar today v/ould have throne, had his beast came 
 
 from Germany. 
 
 Our job as rulers, we must shield, our people must blind- 
 folded be, 
 
 I made the beast for dirty work, to make us safe in Ger- 
 many. 
 
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The beast was sent to foreign lands to scatter seeds of 
 infamy, 
 
 Unceasingly the work it done, for it was "Made in Ger- 
 many." 
 
 So clever was the work disguised, no danger could the 
 people see, 
 
 Until the time of harvest came, to reap the crop for Ger- 
 many. 
 
 The reaping of that harvest now in human blood and 
 
 agony, 
 Is fruitage ripened from the seed, sowed by the Beast 
 
 from Germany. 
 
 The countless dead, the ruined homes, starvation and in- 
 sanity. 
 
 Point mutely to the beast of shame, and it was "Made in 
 Germany." 
 
 When it obtained a strangle hold, on many nations that 
 were free. 
 
 It roared defiant, to them all, you must Submit to Ger- 
 many. 
 
 Deluging earth with human blood, it tried to vanquish 
 liberty, 
 
 Satanic in it's greed to rule, and boss the world in Ger- 
 many. 
 
 But when it struck our Eagle Bird, it struck but once then 
 
 turned to flee. 
 For hell blew up, and Uncle Sam, he caught the Beast from 
 
 Germany. 
 
 He skinned the beast, and hung it's hide, where every one 
 
 could plainly see, 
 It's horns and tail and cloven feet, that it kept hid in 
 
 Germany. 
 
 It's reign of terror, now is o'er, all nations on one point 
 
 agree. 
 That war is hell as Sherman said, and it was "Made in 
 
 Germany." 
 
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THE HAND WRITING ON THE WALL 
 
 In the days of King Belshazzar, at his royal palace 
 
 Gathered nobles from his Kingdom, feasting, jesting, 
 drmkmg wme; ^* 
 
 From the altars sacred vessels, for church service made 
 alone 
 
 Praising loud the God of Metals— Gold and Silver, Brass 
 and Stone. 
 
 Great, the king in wordly power, felt secure from anv 
 harm, ■' 
 
 Worshipped only earthly riches, sacredness posessed no 
 charm; 
 In the midst of drunken revel, just preceding his down- 
 fall. 
 
 Came «ie message of the master, in Handwriting on the 
 
 Trembling in their drunken terror, as they watched the 
 spectral hand 
 Swiftly tracing v/ords before them, words thev could 
 not understand; 
 Eagerly they turned to Daniel, summoned by a hasty 
 call 
 To interpret for Belhazzar, the Handwriting on the Wall. 
 
 Daniel read the message slowly, made it's meaning plain 
 and clear, ^ 
 
 All within that princely chamber, silent now with tragic 
 fear; ^ 
 
 At the judgment sent upon them, judgment they could 
 not recall. 
 They were doomed to swiftly perish, by that Writing on 
 the Wall. 
 
 Divided was that mighty nation, sinful ruling was to 
 Diame, 
 History tells of other nations, that has perished just the 
 same, 
 Nations ruled by lustful power, sometimes rise, but thev 
 will fall, 
 V/hen the warning is not heeded, of the Writing on the 
 Wall. 
 
 Thus today, the German ruler, who by years of vile 
 deceit. 
 Rose in power, vainly hoping, many nations to de- 
 feat; 
 
 For the sake of pomp and power, as dictator over 
 all. 
 
 Heeded not the warning message, of the V/riting on the 
 Wall. 
 
Planning future war by sending, spies to every foreign 
 land, 
 Undermining friendly nations, at their rulers, base 
 command; 
 Blindly trusting to his power, to reward them one and all,* 
 They forgot the master's message. Of the Writing on 
 the Wall. 
 
 Ready for the deadly carnage, earth was drenched with 
 human blood, 
 Leaving death and desolation, in the pathway of it's 
 flood; 
 But the hosts of freedom rallied, w^hen they heard the 
 trumpet call, 
 Then the tyrant read with terror, the Handwriting on 
 the Wall, 
 
 But too late thou foolish Monarch ! You cannot escape your 
 doom, 
 You must carry your transgressions to the silence of the 
 tomb; 
 While you live mute ghastly horrors, ever will your mind 
 appall. 
 Punishment for never heeding, the Handwriting on the 
 Wall. 
 
 The foundation work of Glory was not laid on beds of sin, 
 And the structures built by Satan, they will soon all 
 tumble in; 
 For the living God of Daniel, is yet ruling over all, 
 And the wise are safely guided, by that Writing on the 
 Wall. 
 
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THE RUINED BLARNEY STONE 
 
 "Bedad," said Tim Doolin, "There is no use in fooling, 
 That imp of perdition, Bill Kaiser must go; 
 
 Where, wid all his thryin, Disavin* and Lyin', 
 The world will not suffer wid anguish and woe. 
 
 'We found out but lately, he's ruined complately, 
 The quaint Blarney Stone of the Emerald Isle; 
 
 And sadly we miss it, while yearning to kiss it. 
 To brighten the world, wid a joke and a smile. 
 
 But now it's relation, to swate recreation, 
 
 Is ruined forever, by threachery vile; 
 By the Kaiser who used it ,and sadly abused it, 
 
 As a mask to foul murder deception and wile. 
 
 For years, undetected, not avin susphected, 
 Sv/ate Blarney he used on all nations alike; 
 
 He sure was a daisy in kaping thim aisy. 
 
 While he, their death blow, was preparing to sthrike. 
 
 Bad luck to the thraitor, and world freedom hater, 
 May the shades of O'Connell, of Curran, and Swift, 
 
 Send a Banshee to blight him, and sorely affright him, 
 Wid terrors he'l never be able to shift. 
 
 For sphoiling our threasure, and fountain of pleasure, 
 That flashes and spharkles, like stars of the night; 
 
 Turning sorrow and sadness into sunshine and gladness, 
 Dispelling all gloom wid its welcoming light. 
 
 Now this servant of Satan, desarves a good batin, 
 And the Irish will gladly help give him the same; 
 
 For his dhirty endeavor, to cover forever. 
 
 Our loved Blarney Stone, wid the mantle of shame. 
 
 An the blood of Tim Doolin, will never be coolin' 
 
 As long as the Kaiser is bossing a job; 
 To the army I'm goin' and soon I'l be showin*, 
 
 What Tim Doolin thinks of the murdhercus snob. 
 
 On account of this duffer, in shame we must suffer, 
 Revenge we will get, by help sthriking a blow; 
 
 At this baste that's polluted, wid sin undiluted. 
 
 That would shame his best frind, the ould divil below. 
 
 Every thrue son of Erin, will join in the cheerin. 
 When the knockout we land on his thraitorous jaw; 
 
 Ard the brave Irish faction, will help in the action. 
 For debasing the Blarney of Erin-go-Bragh. 
 
 S4 
 
"WHEN US DARKIES PAY OUR DEBT TO UNCLE 
 
 SAM" 
 
 Verse 1. 
 
 When us Darkies was in bondage long ago, 
 And our lives was filled with misery and woe: 
 
 Then Old Glory set us free, 
 Changed our sorrow into glee. 
 
 Now a debt to Uncle Sam we surely owe. 
 
 Chorus 
 
 Now the drums are loudly beating, 
 
 And Old Glory is entreating, 
 Join the colors, every able bodied man; 
 
 Watch us Darkies come a running 
 For the Kaiser we'll go gunning. 
 
 And we'll pay the debt we owe to Uncle Sam. 
 
 Verse 2. 
 
 To our country's flag our loyalty we'll show. 
 
 By striking at the Kaiser such a blow, 
 It will put his troops to rout, 
 
 Make them quickly face about. 
 And back to Berlin they'l be glad to go. 
 
 Verse 3. 
 
 When we've brought the haughty Kaiser to his knees, 
 In a manner that all nations it will please, 
 
 Then triumphant with Old Glory, 
 We Vvill live in song and story. 
 
 And the gratitude of poor beyond the seas. 
 
 Verse 4, 
 
 On the pages of our history will stand. 
 
 The heroic valor of our colored band. 
 With bright undiminished luster. 
 
 After we have passed in muster. 
 To the final summons of the spirit land. 
 
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THE KAISER'S WAR AX 
 
 In his palace at Constantinople, the sultan 
 
 Dejected, sat brooding with lowering brow, 
 The price he was paying, for joining the Kaiser 
 
 Was plunging him fast into bankruptcy now; 
 May allah forgive me, he prayerfully muttered 
 
 For aiding this traitor, now only to find, 
 That I was a puppet, and blindly was working 
 
 To help this deceiver, his war ax to grind. 
 
 Yes! sharpen his ax, for a murderous purpose 
 
 To strike human freedom, a death dealing blow, 
 And leave him and all his descendants forever 
 
 Dictators of earth,with no fear of a foe; 
 And I, among others' his sophistries swallowed 
 
 To justice and reason I surely was blind, 
 I found to my sorrow, too late for my safety 
 
 That I was but helping, his war ax to grind. 
 
 Oh Palestine! Palestine! Lost is thy Glory 
 
 The Gem of my kingdom, the light of my life, 
 Your history rich in the sacred devotion 
 
 To allah, now lost, in this horrible strife; 
 Through perfidy wrought by the wiles of the Kaiser 
 
 That now is transparent, and clear to my mind, 
 But little I dreamed at the time, he was using 
 
 My strength and my power, his war ax to grind. 
 
 A servant aproached, bowing low to the sultan 
 
 "Your majesty, two Royal Rulers, now wait, 
 To counsel v/ith you in regard to the Kaiser 
 
 And by him betrayed, and then left to their fate. 
 "Conduct them in to me," the Sultan commanded, 
 
 "May allah to all of us, ever be kind. 
 There is others that realize they have been helping 
 
 The blood thirsty Kaiser, his war ax to grind." 
 
 The visitors ent-ared, with courtly demeanor 
 
 Their faces both furrov/ed with sorrow and care. 
 The Sultan arose and v/ith smiling endeavor 
 
 Tried to banish his own somber gloom and despair- 
 He said while embracing them, "Allah protect us ' 
 
 In sorrow and woe, we are three of a VJnd, 
 All victims of greed, to that German arch plotter 
 
 Who basely has used us, his war ax to grind." 
 
 The Austrian ruler related his troubles 
 
 And spoke of the favors the Kaiser bestowed, 
 Foi- many years past, on his country and ppople 
 
 Relieyipg with money, their debt burdened load; 
 Cementing their friendly comniercinl relations 
 
 We now plainly see was just used for a bUnd, 
 When years in the future our help would he needed 
 
 In aiding this schemer, his war ax to grind. 
 
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Bulgarian miseries, then were unfolded 
 
 Its ruler spoke briefly of Germany's rule, 
 That held the Bulgarian throne in subjection 
 
 By treaty, that made it both vassal and tool; 
 Drawn up for the purpose of aiding the Kaiser 
 
 When ready for war, was this treaty designed, 
 And now we are forced by the contract between us 
 
 In helping this monster, his war ax to grind. 
 
 All night the three rulers, were busy discussing 
 
 How best to get out of this terrible muss, 
 And avoid in the future the wiles of the demon 
 
 Whose hellish ambition had started the fuss; 
 That brought to their nations, remorse and disaster. 
 
 For slaughter will never bring peace to the mind, 
 The lesson may help them to watch in the future 
 
 All parasite rulers with axes to grind. 
 
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"MONKEY'S" 
 
 There is Monkey's in the jungle and there's monkey's in the 
 zoo, 
 There are some whose funny antics always pleases me 
 and you; 
 But the meanest of the species, that has ever yet been 
 found, 
 In several parts of Europe, they have scattered all 
 around. 
 In Austria is the screamer; In Bulgaria is the sloth, 
 
 In Turkey is the marmoset, dressed up in fuzzy cloth; 
 They were without a leader, so a meeting they did call, 
 And chose the German Chimpanzee, the largest of them 
 all. 
 
 Chorus 
 
 They chattered loud and plotted and got ready for to fight. 
 
 To rule and run the universe, which left them in a plight; 
 
 They posed as human beings, but it failed to help their 
 
 bluff. 
 
 For they v/ere soundly punished and was glad to cry 
 
 enough. 
 
 They monkeyed with the lion ,and they slyly pulled his tail, 
 They caught the bear a napping and they made him 
 loudly wail; 
 They cut some monkey didoes in both Italy and France, 
 They tried it on our eagle, but our eagle made them 
 dance. 
 And it filled them full of sorrow, v/hen they felt our eagle's 
 claws, 
 And the rest all took a wallop at their saucy monkey 
 jaws; 
 Nov/ their monkey shines are over for we have them in a 
 cage. 
 Where we can gaze with safety on their helplessness and 
 rage. 
 
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THE KAISER'S LAMENT 
 
 With a heart broken sigh, I will now say good bye, 
 
 To my army and navy, who with steadfast devotion, 
 Fought brave to the last, facing war's fiercest blast 
 
 And their crushing defeat, fills my soul with emotion; 
 And the future I dread, for the forces I led, 
 
 Like leaves in the winter, are scattered and spread. 
 And the Star Spangled Banner now leads in the world, 
 
 And is greeted with cheers, everywhere it's unfurled. 
 
 In preparing for years, I was free from all fears. 
 
 To start a world's war, and defy every nation; 
 Uncle Sam tried to warn, but I treated with scorn, 
 
 His messages sent, and it broke our relation; 
 Then he arose in his might, sent his forces to fight. 
 
 Displaying his motto, for freedom and right, 
 And the Star Spangled Banner now leads in the world. 
 
 And is greeted with cheers everywhere it's unfurled. 
 
 With the war at an end, all the victor's will send, 
 
 Their thanks to the flag, that my ruin completed. 
 With rejoicing and prayer, they together will share, 
 
 In the grand jubilee ,at the Kaiser defeated; 
 Now sad and alone, Vv^ith the loss of my throne, 
 
 My power is ended, my hopes they have flov/n. 
 And the Star Spangled Banner now leads in the world, 
 
 And is greeted with cheers everyvN^here it's unfurled. 
 
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