  Von Tirpitz was said to have expressed deep sorrow for the women and children he had been compelled to kill. (As well, perhaps, as for those whom he was to kill on the morrow.) “Oh, woe is me,” the Pirate cried, “My duty's been full sore And sorrow, like a rising tide, Drowns all the joys of yore.” “And jocular as you may deem This drowning children by the score; However droll the sport may seem, It gets to be a horrid bore.” “So let me sit and weep my fill, Safe on the dismal banks of Kiel; Weep for the babes who lie so still — Only a Pirate's heart can feel.” Then pity the Pirate, so old and gray, As he sharpen his knife and tears fall fast, He would cut your dear throat in a sort of a way But his heart,—Oh, so tender, Is breaking at last. Von Tirpitz weeping for the camera Von Tirpitz |
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