OCR Text |
Show - ' y 1 BUDAPEST 15" 1TAB - j 1 The lights of London leap no more ' M On Fleet street and the Mall, M And silent Sleep is brooding o'er j M The winerooms of the Gaul; j jjUj. Death's sable pall is over all, j ijlj j But still when day is done ' , The Bacchanale still sounds aboyf ! Tho City of tho Hun. ' j 9 1 ! The wild carouse of demi-monde jJlf Is dead in bleak Berlin, , llwi While Petrograd by grief Is owned M And free from that black kin j l!jf The brawler's din and crimson sin; I K But still at set of sun - ! ill They riot and they revel in . ' lj Tho City of the Hun. ' ' The others mutely bow in woo, ' it u O'er blood their sons have-Bh,ed,- H Deep-chastened as their childron so - 1 1 To dam the floods of lead, . rj Their joys are dead, their heart? J ffl havobled; h j, f y K Still Lust and Music run y . Ufl And wanton mirth is reeling .in, ' ' f The City of tho Hun. I j ' $ 1 & |