Today is the one hundred year anniversary of the assassination of Arch Duke Ferdinand, heir to the Austro-Hungarian throne, and his wife by Gavrilo Princip in Sarajevo. I learned the following verses from my father - who was born in 1900 - and who believed they appeared in the West Cork newspaper The Southern Star sometime after the outbreak of World War 1.
The Great War 1914 –
1918
A crazy conspirator
down in Belgrade
Imagined that Kings
were injurious to trade
He blamed Ferdinand for
his failure in life
And in consequence blew
up the Archduke and his wife.
When William the Kaiser
received the sad news
He said, “Cousin
Francis, we have an excuse,
This act to the Slav
population we’ll charge
And make war on the
Serbian nation at large.
Now, the Serbians Ma
was akin to the Czar
Who remarked as his
cousin he joined in the war,
“The Kaiser may wear
his big helmet so thick,
But I know where to
land him a well deserved kick.
“Par Bleu” said the
Frenchman, “I don’t see my way
To leave my friend
Nicholas alone in the fray.
I have an old score
that I want to wipe out
So I’m glad of a
chance to give William a clout.”
Then up spoke John Bull
with a serious frown
“The small Belgian
nation must not be stepped on.
I’ll help my brave
allies with bayonet and gun
To teach you some
manners, you son of a Hun.
Now six Christian
Nations with culture replete
Are tearing each other
like dogs in the street
And while mangled
corpses litter the sod
They all pray for aid
to a merciful God.