Sing ho! for the Fleet in the Kiel Canal.

Where every man is the Kaiser's pal,

And lives upon beer and bread;

And they all have food, so help them Bill!

For every officer gets his fill

And even the men are fed.

His beard as long as his hair is short,

Von Tirpitz says with a mighty snort,

"We've money and men and boats;

We're here to-day and we're here to-morrow;

Pass up the beer and drink death to sorrow;

Why, even our Navy floats!

"Behind the locks of our snug retreat

We hurl defiance at Jellicoe's Fleet

From Rosyth down to Dover!

We look across at the wet, wet sea

And we drink our beer till even we

Are almost half-seas over!

"Our men can eat, and they even drink;

They walk and talk, and they almost think;

They can turn to the left and right;

And when we strike a blow in the back,

Or sink a liner or fishing-smack,

By Odin, they even fight!"