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“ Boys and girls, come out to play.”
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.
Feet of children, you ne'er shall go
“Ding, dong, bell,
(IN BELGIUM) ING, dong,
The body's in the well! Who
it there? Germans have a care,
Whisper low, for they may hear,
Ding, dong, bell.
“ Diddle diddle, dumpling, my son John
Went to bed with his stockings on.
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.")
VO market, to market,
The corn's in the ear,
The ship's at the pier.
of that bridle,
And extra big load?
I don't understand
you, Your words are not plain; Who's “making sacrifice,
While we're bent on gain”?
Your son is a soldier.
What? Mine is for Peace;
Is on the increase.