War Lyrics.

Horowhenua Chronicle, 7 June 1915, Page 3

War Lyrics.

■WITH ACHING HEARTS'. (By Walt Mason.) - "Ah, yen," the Germans now confuse, "we've scattered ruin and distress, and shattered towns, and cities wail among the wreckage of our trail. We've allot the feeble and the lame ,and murdered priest and child and dame; we've shelled cathedrals here and there, "spoiled works of art beyond compare ; but oh, it caused us grievous smarts—wo did-it nil with aching hearts! A schoolboy, with a home-made sling, did ist-ones and pebbles at us fling, as we inarched by, with sword and -lance, to carry culture into France. This in.sult to our sovereign lord must have its terrible reward. We hung that .schoolboy to u limb; we caught his dad. and butchered liini; liis maiden aunts we boiled in lard—hut think not that our hearts are hard, for our emotions were so deep, "we simply had to pause and weep. With aching hearts, all tearfuloyecl, we /wrecked the wfiole fair countryside, we burned the churches and the shrines, destroyed men's ligtrees and their vines, land left u ruined, blackened land, stretched all about, on every hand. I l 'or war's decrees/arc harsh and stern, and little boys from school must learn they must not exercise their skill on men who fight for Ivaisor Bill ! With streaming eyes and aching hearts, we'll blow thorn into several parts!''