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(A 17in. German gun captured by the French at Blangy.)
My name is Jack Johnson, I'm a giant in the earth,
Of me 'tis told by young and old it thundered at my birth;
I have no friends nor kindred, and I love not any man,
But belch my spite to left and right, and murder all I can.
Chorus:
I'm big Jack Johnson, great Jack Johnson,
A highly excitable wonder;
If I'm left well alone, I am harmless, I'll own,
But when charged I breathe lightning and thunder.
Old Terra was my mother once, and Vulcan my sire,
He tortured me both night and day, and vexed me with his fire,
He shut me in the furnace where the flames did leap and roar,
And pulled me, and bullied me, and hammered me all o'er.
He bored my iron middle out as far as he could reach,
And reckoned up my calibre, and opened wide my breech,
And when he'd vented half his rage he dragged me by the heels,
And bound me fast to lie at last between a brace of wheels.
Then forth to battle I was led, the bravest of the brave,
And when I spoke and fiercely struck no power on earth could save;
The forts at Liége and Namur like grass before me fell,
No foe so stout could long hold out beneath my bursting shell.
I carried high, I carried low, I earned a deathless fame,
I was moulded after Honour, but I've little reaped but shame,
For all the havoc I have wrought, and bloody deeds I've done,
We get no further on the road, no victory is won.
And now I'm taken prisoner, and deserted by my crew,
I could not run as fast as they, and that the cowards knew;
But when I venture next a-field they'll suffer for this deed,
For I'll shake their strongest fortess down in ruins on their head.
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