Frank Swannell Diaries: Part I
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BC Archives MS-0392 - Box 1, Volume 4-5
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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.