[From Punch of London.]
_(Which are said to be rung by order occasionally to announce
some supposed German victory.)_
The Bells of Berlin, how they hearten the Hun
_(Oh, dingle dong dangle ding dongle ding dee;)_
No matter what devil's own work has been done
They chime a loud chant of approval, each one,
Till the people feel sure of their place in the sun
_(Oh, dangle ding dongle dong dingle ding dee.)_
If Hindenburg hustles an enemy squad
_(Oh, dingle dong dangle ding dongle ding dee,)_
The bells all announce that the alien sod
Is damp with the death of some thousand men odd,
Till the populace smiles with a gratified nod
_(Oh, dangle ding dongle dong dingle ding dee.)_
If Tirpitz behaves like a brute on the brine
_(Oh, dingle dong dangle ding dongle ding dee,)_
The bells with a clash and a clamor combine
To hint that the Hated One's on the decline,
And the city gulps down the good tidings like wine,
_(Oh, dangle ding dongle dong dingle ding dee.)_
The Bells of Berlin, are they cracked through and through
_(Oh, dingle dong dangle ding dongle ding dee,)_
Or deaf to the discord like Germany, too?
For whether their changes be many or few,
The worst of them is that they never ring true,
_(Oh, dangle ding dongle dong dingle ding dee.)_