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| − | A CHANT OF HATE AGAINST ENGLAND | + | A CHANT OF HATE AGAINST ENGLAND |
| − | BY ERNST LISSAUER IN "JUGEND" | + | BY ERNST LISSAUER IN "JUGEND" |
| − | Rendered into English verse by Barbara Henderson. | + | |
| − | French and Russian, they matter not, | + | Rendered into English verse by Barbara Henderson. |
| − | A blow for a blow, and shot for a shot: | + | |
| − | We love them not, we hate them not, | + | French and Russian, they matter not, |
| − | We hold the Weischsel and Vosges gate, | + | A blow for a blow, and shot for a shot: |
| − | We have but one and only hate, | + | We love them not, we hate them not, |
| − | We love as one, we hate as one, | + | We hold the Weischsel and Vosges gate, |
| − | We have one foe and one alone. | + | We have but one and only hate, |
| − | He is know to you all, he is known to you all. | + | We love as one, we hate as one, |
| − | He crouches behind the dark gray flood, | + | We have one foe and one alone. |
| − | Full of envy, of rage, of craft, of gall, | + | |
| − | Cut off by waves that are thicker than blood. | + | He is know to you all, he is known to you all. |
| − | Come let us stand at the judgement-place, | + | He crouches behind the dark gray flood, |
| − | An oath to swear to, face to face, | + | Full of envy, of rage, of craft, of gall, |
| − | An oath of bronze no wind can shake, | + | Cut off by waves that are thicker than blood. |
| − | An oath for our sons and their sons to take. | + | Come let us stand at the judgement-place, |
| − | Come hear the word, repeat the word, | + | An oath to swear to, face to face, |
| − | Throughout the Fatherland make it heard. | + | An oath of bronze no wind can shake, |
| − | We will never forego our hate, | + | An oath for our sons and their sons to take. |
| − | We have all but a single hate, | + | |
| − | We love as one, we hate as one, | + | Come hear the word, repeat the word, |
| − | We have one foe and one alone-- | + | Throughout the Fatherland make it heard. |
| − | ENGLAND! | + | We will never forego our hate, |
| − | In the captain's mess, in the banquet-hall, | + | We have all but a single hate, |
| + | We love as one, we hate as one, | ||
| + | We have one foe and one alone-- | ||
| + | ENGLAND! | ||
| + | |||
| + | In the captain's mess, in the banquet-hall, | ||
Sat feasting the officers, one and all;<br> | Sat feasting the officers, one and all;<br> | ||
| − | Like a saber-blow, like the swing of a sail, | + | Like a saber-blow, like the swing of a sail, |
| − | One seized his glass held high to hail; | + | One seized his glass held high to hail; |
| − | Sharp-snapt like the stroke of a rudder's play, | + | Sharp-snapt like the stroke of a rudder's play, |
| − | Spoke three words only: "To the Day!" | + | Spoke three words only: "To the Day!" |
| − | Whose glass this fate? | + | |
| − | They had all but a single hate. | + | Whose glass this fate? |
| − | Who was thus known? | + | They had all but a single hate. |
| − | They had one foe and one alone-- | + | Who was thus known? |
| − | ENGLAND! | + | They had one foe and one alone-- |
| − | Take you the folk of the earth in pay, | + | ENGLAND! |
| − | With bars of gold your ramparts lay, | + | |
| − | Bedecked the ocean with bow on bow, | + | Take you the folk of the earth in pay, |
| − | Ye reckon well, but not well enough now. | + | With bars of gold your ramparts lay, |
| − | French and Russian, they matter not, | + | Bedecked the ocean with bow on bow, |
| − | A blow for a blow, and shot for a shot: | + | Ye reckon well, but not well enough now. |
| − | We fight the battle with bronze and steel, | + | French and Russian, they matter not, |
| − | And the time that is coming Peace will seal, | + | A blow for a blow, and shot for a shot: |
| − | + | We fight the battle with bronze and steel, | |
| − | + | And the time that is coming Peace will seal, | |
| − | Hate by water and hate by land, | + | You will we hate with a lasting hate, |
| − | Hate of the head | + | We will never forego our hate, |
| − | Hate of the | + | Hate by water and hate by land, |
| − | Hate of seventy millions, choking down. | + | Hate of the head and hate of the hand, |
| − | We love as one, we hate as one, | + | Hate of the hammer and hate of the crown, |
| − | We have one foe and one alone-- | + | Hate of seventy millions, choking down. |
| − | ENGLAND! | + | We love as one, we hate as one, |
| − | BC Archives, MS-0392 | + | We have one foe and one alone-- |
| + | ENGLAND! | ||
| + | |||
| + | BC Archives, MS-0392 Box 1 Volume 4 / FRANK SWANNELL PAPERS / Diary and enclosures, 1915. | ||
Latest revision as of 11:31, 4 August 2015
A CHANT OF HATE AGAINST ENGLAND BY ERNST LISSAUER IN "JUGEND"
Rendered into English verse by Barbara Henderson.
French and Russian, they matter not, A blow for a blow, and shot for a shot: We love them not, we hate them not, We hold the Weischsel and Vosges gate, We have but one and only hate, We love as one, we hate as one, We have one foe and one alone.
He is know to you all, he is known to you all. He crouches behind the dark gray flood, Full of envy, of rage, of craft, of gall, Cut off by waves that are thicker than blood. Come let us stand at the judgement-place, An oath to swear to, face to face, An oath of bronze no wind can shake, An oath for our sons and their sons to take.
Come hear the word, repeat the word, Throughout the Fatherland make it heard. We will never forego our hate, We have all but a single hate, We love as one, we hate as one, We have one foe and one alone-- ENGLAND!
In the captain's mess, in the banquet-hall,
Sat feasting the officers, one and all;
Like a saber-blow, like the swing of a sail,
One seized his glass held high to hail;
Sharp-snapt like the stroke of a rudder's play,
Spoke three words only: "To the Day!"
Whose glass this fate? They had all but a single hate. Who was thus known? They had one foe and one alone-- ENGLAND!
Take you the folk of the earth in pay, With bars of gold your ramparts lay, Bedecked the ocean with bow on bow, Ye reckon well, but not well enough now. French and Russian, they matter not, A blow for a blow, and shot for a shot: We fight the battle with bronze and steel, And the time that is coming Peace will seal, You will we hate with a lasting hate, We will never forego our hate, Hate by water and hate by land, Hate of the head and hate of the hand, Hate of the hammer and hate of the crown, Hate of seventy millions, choking down. We love as one, we hate as one, We have one foe and one alone-- ENGLAND!
BC Archives, MS-0392 Box 1 Volume 4 / FRANK SWANNELL PAPERS / Diary and enclosures, 1915.
