Loot!
When Blucher helped us make an end Of Bonaparte, the common foe,
He came to England as a friend,
About a hundred years ago.
The sight of London fired his breast,
He gazed with eagerness and wonder,
And, brimming with Teutonic zest,
He cried, "Oh, what a town to plunder! " Der Tag, however, was not yet.
A century has passed away.
Blucher has settled Nature's debt,
But his example lives to-day And kindles in the German mind An altar that there's no uprooting,
Where love of power is enshrined,
Together with a love of looting.
They spoil and pillage, smash and swill ;
And helpless cities they have racked Must, willy nilly, pay the bill For the delight of being sacked,
That motto "Blood and Iron" is done ;
A newer one must be enscrolled ;
The carte de visite of the Hun Should now be printed, " Blood and Gold."
Jessie Pope
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