"Boys and girls, come out to play." (BELGIAN VERSION) OYS and girls, oh, hurry away, BOYS The flare of fire is bright as day; Come with a shriek and come with a cry, Come though in terror, come lest you die; Lose your supper, and lose your sleep, Join the fleeing ones in the street. Refrain Feet of children, you ne'er shall go Less cruel to go, than now to stay The Germans are coming, Away! Away! D "Ding, dong, bell, (IN BELGIUM) ING, dong, bell The body's in the well! Who put it there? Germans have a care, Whisper low, for they may hear, Ding, dong, bell. "Diddle diddle, dumpling, my son John Diddle diddle, dumpling, my son John.” H OCH! Hoch! Hoch! the Kaiser's son Went to bed with his stockings on, Drunk with white wine, and with redNot his the wine, nor yet the bed. Hoch! Hoch! Hoch! now had you thought Hoch! Hoch! Hoch! the Kaiser's son; "To market, to market." (New rhymes, but old arguments for those Americans who to-day believe in "business as usual.") Stand out of the road, Can't you see I've a job on, I don't understand you, Your son is a soldier. What? Mine is for Peace; And I tell you his business Is on the increase. |