We do not mouth a song of hate, or talk about you—much,

We do not mention things like you—it wouldn't be polite;

One doesn't talk in drawing-rooms of Prussian dirt and such,

We only want to kill you off—so roll along and fight.

For men like you with filthy minds, you leave a nasty taste,

We can't forget your triumphs with the girls you met in France.

By your standards of morality, gorillas would be chaste,

And you consummate your triumphs with the bayonet and the lance.

You give us mental pictures of your officers at play,

With naked girls a-dancing on the table as you dine,

With their mothers cut to pieces, in the knightly German way,

In the corners of the guard-room in a pool of blood and wine.

You had better stay in Germany, and never go abroad,

For wherever you may wander you will find your fame has gone,

For you are outcasts from the lists, with rust upon your sword—

The blood of many innocents—of children newly born.

You are bestial men and beastly, and we would not ask you home

To meet our wives and daughters, for we doubt that you are clean;

You will find your fame in front of you wherever you may roam,

You—who came through burning Belgium with the ladies for a screen.

You—who love to hear the screaming of a girl beneath the knife,

In the midst of your companions, with their craning, eager necks;

When you crown your German mercy, and you take a sobbing life—

You are not exactly gentlemen towards the gentle sex.

With your rapings in the market-place and slaughter of the weak,

With your gross and leering conduct, and your utter lack of shame,—

When we note in all your doings such a nasty yellow streak,

You show surprise at our disgust, and say you're not to blame.

We don't want any whinings, and we'd sooner wait for peace

Till you realise your position, and you know you whine in vain;

And you stand within a circle of the Cleaner World's Police,

And we goad you into charging—and we clean the world again.

For you should know that never shall you meet us as before,

That none will take you by the hand or greet you as a friend;

So stay with it, and finish it—who brought about the War—

And when you've paid for all you've done—well, that will be the End.