Now up, now down, this bathing cove,
They punch’d, the clinch’d, they fal’d,
I s’pose it was a dre’dful sight
The way that chaps was mall’d;
Our Phil looked down from top the steps
And rubbed his hands wi’ glee,
To see Bill Kaiser’s claret tapped
Down there on Rapparee.
Bill’s tutor and attendants all
Had gone off round the rocks,
So when they com’d upon the scene
It giv’d ’em all gurt shocks;
They rinn’d between young Alf and Bill
And stopped their little game,
Then tutor turned to Bill and said:
“Your highness! Fie, for shame!
Lowering y’ur dignity like this
Fighting a peasant lad.
Whatever will y’ur mother say?
‘Twil make her feel quite bad.”
Then Kaiser turned to Alf, and said:
“Mine friend! You’ll rue this day
For what you’ve done t’mine poor nose.
Mine word! I’ll make you pay,
I’ll build big ships and gurt big guns,
Then one day I will come
And blow this place t’smithereens
And you…………..t’kingdom come.”
The germ of hate once planted
In this gentle “Germhun’s” breast,
The “Kultur” grow’d and spread apace,
He know’d no peace nor rest;
He builded Dreadnoughts and big guns,
And gurt big airships too,
And teached his soldiers the goosey-step,
Impressive sight I trow.
Then gazing on his handiwork
He said “Nigh is ‘The Day’
When I will cross the rolling deep
And make those English pay
For what that y’ungster did to me
When I was over there;
Mine nose have never been the same,
He bent it ……………. I declare.”
Bill’s tutor ‘fore he left the beach
Beg’d silence ’bout the job,
And just to keep his mouth shut tight
Giv’d Alfie thirty bob.
My tale is told and “Germhun” hate,
‘Tis very plain to see,
Was caused – because young Alf drash’d Bill
Way down on Rapparee.