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THE KAISER'S ULTIMATUM
Gott, Gott, dear Gott, attentions blease,
Your bardner Vilhelm's here,
Und has a word or two to say,
Indo your brivate ear;
So durn avay all odders now
Und listen vell to me,
Far vat I say concerns me much,
Meinself und Shermany.
You know, dear Gott, I vas your friendt,
Und from mein hour of birth
I quietly let You rule de Heffen
Vile I rules o'er de earth;
Und van I toldt mein soldiers
Of hygone battle days,
I gladly split de glory
Und gave You half de praise.
In every vay I tried to brove
Mein heart to you vas true,
Und only claimed mein honest share
In great deed vat we do.
You couldt not haf a better friendt
In sky, or land, or sea,
Dan Kaiser Vilhelm, Number Two.
De Lord of Shermany.
So vat I say, dear Gott, is dis,
Dat ve shouldt still be friendts,
ULd you should help to send mein foes
To meet deir bitter endts,
If you, dear Gott, vill dis me do
I'll nothing ask again.
Und you and I vill bardners be
For evermore-Amen.
But listen, Gott, it must be quick,
Your help to me you send,
Or else I haf to stop attack
Und only play defend.
So, four und twenty hours I gif
To make mein Allies run,
Und put me safe into mein blace
De middle of the sun.
If you do dis, I'll do my bart-
I'll tell de world de fact,
But if you don't, den I must tink
It is a hostile act.
Den var at vonce I will declare
Und in my anger rise,
Und send mein Zeppelin ships to wage
A fight up in the skies.
Dis ultimatum pow, dear Gott,
Is von of many more;
Mein mind is settled up to clean
De whole world off de floor.
Because you vas mein bardner, Gott,
An extra shance is giffen;
So help at vonce, or else I'll be
De Emperor of Heffen.
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