| Show I I LET T HIM LIVE JIVE Live I and live for a million on years jears ear Vs is s lo long g as s flowers Mowers their ther h r perfume give ghe So long Id I'd let Jet the I Kaiser er live live live- With nothing to drink but Belgian I tears 1 With nothing g to quench his awful I thirst I But the tle salted brine of a Scotchmans Scotchman's curse I wo would ld let him live on a dinner each day Served from silver sHyer on a a golden tray tray tray- Served d with things both dainty and sweet sweet sweet- Served with everything but things to ea eat i And And Id I'd make mak him a bed of silken sheen i With costly linens to to lie He between With covers of oC down and fillets of lace ace ace And downy downy- pillows piled in place Yet when to its comfort ho ho- would f fIt yield It should stink sUnk with rot of the battlefield battlefield battle battle- field And blood and nd bones bones' and nd brains brahis of men ShoU Should d' d cover him smother him and then His pillows should cling with the rotten cloy cloy clor Cloy loy from from the he grav grave of a soldier boy And while Gods God's stars their vigils keep 1 And while e the tho waves the he white sands sweep He should never n never ver never sleep And through all the days through all the years of There should be an anthem i in his ears and singing and never do done e rom roar the th the edge of light to th the set of f sun Moaning To ing and moan moaning u em ant I moaning moaning moan moan- ing wild wild wild- 1 ravaged French girls girl's 1 Js J's bastard child And And I would build bulle him a ca castle by bythe bythe bythe the sea soa c rAs r- r As lovely a n castle as ever ld co could be he Then Id I'd show him a ship from over o the sea As fine a ship as ever could he be Laden with everything good to eat I Yet scarce scarce e does sh she t touch uch the the silvered silvered silv silv- Uv- Uv I ered sands S I Scarce m may y he reach his eager eager hands hands Th Than n a a hot and hellish molten 1 f llen sl shell Should change h's hs hea heaven eil into hell An And though ned v on on the the wave- wave 1 swept w It shore shore Our Lusitania would rise no nOmore more l i In No uNo Mans Man's Land here the Irish Irish fell Id I'd start the Kaiser a private hell Id I'd jab him stab him give him has gas aR In every wound Id I'd pour ground glass Id I'd march him out where the brave boys died died died- Out past the lads ladR they crucified 1 In the fearful gloom gloom- I of his living Jiving I tomb tomb I There Ther is one thing thins thing Id I'd do before before I was was th through ough G 1 Id I'd make him sing in a stirring manner man man man- ncr ner The rhe wonderful words A of f The iThe Star Star- Spangled nan Banner er erThe The The Silent Partner |
