ANGLO-SAXON ALLIANCE.
England’s Colonial Secretary, who must bear a great part of the blame and shame of this Boer war, has said publicly that there is something like alliance between England and the United States. Our Secretary of State says there is nothing of the sort, and we know there is not, nor can be, until “We, the People,” choose to have it, and that will not be until this crime against the Boer is forgotten, as well as Bunker Hill and the Fourth of July.
England’s Colonial Secretary, who must bear a great part of the blame and shame of this Boer war, has said publicly that there is something like alliance between England and the United States. Our Secretary of State says there is nothing of the sort, and we know there is not, nor can be, until “We, the People,” choose to have it, and that will not be until this crime against the Boer is forgotten, as well as Bunker Hill and the Fourth of July.
Alliance! And with whom? For what?Comes there the skin-clad Vandal downFrom Danube’s wilds with vengeance hot?Comes Turk with torch to sack the townAnd wake the world with battle shot?Come wild beasts loosened from the lair?No, no! Right fair blue Danube sweeps.No, no! The Turk, the wild beast sleeps.No, no! There’s something more than this—Or Judas’ kiss? Or serpent’s hiss?There’s mischief in the air!Alliance! And with whom? For what?Did we not bear an hundred yearsOf England’s hate, hot battle shot,Blent, ever blent, with scorn and jeers?And we survived it, did we not?We bore her hate, let’s try to bearHer love; but watch her and beware!Beware the Greek with gifts and fairKind promises and courtly praise.Beware the serpent’s subtle ways—There’s mischief in the air!Alliance! And for what? With whom?She burned our Freedom’s Fane. She spatVile venom on the sacred tombOf Washington; the while she satHigh throned, fat fed, and safe at home,And bade slaves hound and burn and slay,Just as in Africa to-day;Just as she would, will when she dareSend sword and torch and once againMake red the white rim of our main—There’s mischief in the air!Alliance! Twice with sword and flame:Alliance! Thrice with craft and fraud:And now you come in Freedom’s name.In Freedom’s name? The name of God!Go to—the Boers. For shame, for shame!With wedge of gold you split us twainThen launched your bloodhounds on the main;But now, my Lords, so soft, so fair—How long would this a-lie-ance last?Just long enough to tie Us fast—Then music in the air!
Alliance! And with whom? For what?Comes there the skin-clad Vandal downFrom Danube’s wilds with vengeance hot?Comes Turk with torch to sack the townAnd wake the world with battle shot?Come wild beasts loosened from the lair?No, no! Right fair blue Danube sweeps.No, no! The Turk, the wild beast sleeps.No, no! There’s something more than this—Or Judas’ kiss? Or serpent’s hiss?There’s mischief in the air!Alliance! And with whom? For what?Did we not bear an hundred yearsOf England’s hate, hot battle shot,Blent, ever blent, with scorn and jeers?And we survived it, did we not?We bore her hate, let’s try to bearHer love; but watch her and beware!Beware the Greek with gifts and fairKind promises and courtly praise.Beware the serpent’s subtle ways—There’s mischief in the air!Alliance! And for what? With whom?She burned our Freedom’s Fane. She spatVile venom on the sacred tombOf Washington; the while she satHigh throned, fat fed, and safe at home,And bade slaves hound and burn and slay,Just as in Africa to-day;Just as she would, will when she dareSend sword and torch and once againMake red the white rim of our main—There’s mischief in the air!Alliance! Twice with sword and flame:Alliance! Thrice with craft and fraud:And now you come in Freedom’s name.In Freedom’s name? The name of God!Go to—the Boers. For shame, for shame!With wedge of gold you split us twainThen launched your bloodhounds on the main;But now, my Lords, so soft, so fair—How long would this a-lie-ance last?Just long enough to tie Us fast—Then music in the air!
Alliance! And with whom? For what?Comes there the skin-clad Vandal downFrom Danube’s wilds with vengeance hot?Comes Turk with torch to sack the townAnd wake the world with battle shot?Come wild beasts loosened from the lair?No, no! Right fair blue Danube sweeps.No, no! The Turk, the wild beast sleeps.No, no! There’s something more than this—Or Judas’ kiss? Or serpent’s hiss?There’s mischief in the air!
Alliance! And with whom? For what?
Comes there the skin-clad Vandal down
From Danube’s wilds with vengeance hot?
Comes Turk with torch to sack the town
And wake the world with battle shot?
Come wild beasts loosened from the lair?
No, no! Right fair blue Danube sweeps.
No, no! The Turk, the wild beast sleeps.
No, no! There’s something more than this—
Or Judas’ kiss? Or serpent’s hiss?
There’s mischief in the air!
Alliance! And with whom? For what?Did we not bear an hundred yearsOf England’s hate, hot battle shot,Blent, ever blent, with scorn and jeers?And we survived it, did we not?We bore her hate, let’s try to bearHer love; but watch her and beware!Beware the Greek with gifts and fairKind promises and courtly praise.Beware the serpent’s subtle ways—There’s mischief in the air!
Alliance! And with whom? For what?
Did we not bear an hundred years
Of England’s hate, hot battle shot,
Blent, ever blent, with scorn and jeers?
And we survived it, did we not?
We bore her hate, let’s try to bear
Her love; but watch her and beware!
Beware the Greek with gifts and fair
Kind promises and courtly praise.
Beware the serpent’s subtle ways—
There’s mischief in the air!
Alliance! And for what? With whom?She burned our Freedom’s Fane. She spatVile venom on the sacred tombOf Washington; the while she satHigh throned, fat fed, and safe at home,And bade slaves hound and burn and slay,Just as in Africa to-day;Just as she would, will when she dareSend sword and torch and once againMake red the white rim of our main—There’s mischief in the air!
Alliance! And for what? With whom?
She burned our Freedom’s Fane. She spat
Vile venom on the sacred tomb
Of Washington; the while she sat
High throned, fat fed, and safe at home,
And bade slaves hound and burn and slay,
Just as in Africa to-day;
Just as she would, will when she dare
Send sword and torch and once again
Make red the white rim of our main—
There’s mischief in the air!
Alliance! Twice with sword and flame:Alliance! Thrice with craft and fraud:And now you come in Freedom’s name.In Freedom’s name? The name of God!Go to—the Boers. For shame, for shame!With wedge of gold you split us twainThen launched your bloodhounds on the main;But now, my Lords, so soft, so fair—How long would this a-lie-ance last?Just long enough to tie Us fast—Then music in the air!
Alliance! Twice with sword and flame:
Alliance! Thrice with craft and fraud:
And now you come in Freedom’s name.
In Freedom’s name? The name of God!
Go to—the Boers. For shame, for shame!
With wedge of gold you split us twain
Then launched your bloodhounds on the main;
But now, my Lords, so soft, so fair—
How long would this a-lie-ance last?
Just long enough to tie Us fast—
Then music in the air!