The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1899-06-06

Inc now famous poem winch
was recited by Captain Coghlan
during his famous speech was
written under peculiar circum-
stances in Montreal in October,
1897. The poem as it was in the
original consisted of thirteen
verses, not eight, as published
throughout the world during the
last two years.
The occasion upon which the
poem was written was the En-
peror Williams speech upon the
divine right of kings and his own
special mission upon earth. AT
that time A. M. r. Gordon, g
Scotchman by birth, and whose
real name, was A. McGrego1
Rose, was a member of the Mon
treal Herald staff. He had beer
in the habit of writing verses
upon different subjects, and was
looked upon as a very bright
fellow, indeed. The city editor
turned to him and. said
"Give us a poem, Gordon, or
the Emperor.
In less than an hours time ht
turned out thirteen verses, which
was entitled by him ''Kaiser &
Co." not "Hoch der Kaiser.
The matter was sent up to the
printer just as it was written
and by some mistake the fore
man of the composing room only
picked up eight verses in type
leaving the other five verses. OF
the galley. The paper went t.
press and Gordon, who was very
particular about his matter beins
strictly correct, got one of tn,
first copies off the press. He a
once saw the mistake, and tn,
form was recast, not, however
before a few hundred had beef
sent into the mailing room TO.
the foreign mails. Thus the fac
that only eight verses were cop
led in the papers which printe'
the poem at the time. In tn,
second edition it was given il
full and signed A. M. r. Gordon
Here is the poem in it's origina
form
Der Kaiser OF dis Fatherland
Und Colt on high all dings command,
We two-ach Don't you understand
Mysen-und Gott
He reigns In heafen and always shall,
Und mein own embire don'd vas shmall,
Elm noble pair, drinks you call
| Myself-und Colt.
Vile some men sing der power divine,
Mein soldiers sing Der Wacht am Rhein"
Und drink der health in Rhenish wine
OF me-und Colt.
Dere's France, she swaggsrs all aroundt,
She's ausgespielt,
To much we think she don't amount,
| Myself-und Colt.
She will not dare to fight again,
But II she shouldt, I'll show her blain
Dot Elsass (and in French) Lorraine
| Are mein-by Colt.
Won Bismarck vas a man auf might,
Und dought he vas CLEAR out auf sight,
But achl he was NIGHT good to fight,
Nit me--und Colt.
We knock him like Elm man auf sdraw,
We let him know whose will vas law,
Und dot We don't YOU'D sdand his jaw,
Meinself-und Colt.
We send him oudt In big disgrace,
We elf him insuldt to his face,
Und put Caprivi in his blaze,
Meinsef--und Colt.
Und ven Caprivi get swelled head
We very promptly on him set,
Und told him to get up and get,
| Meinself-und Colt.
Dere's grandma dinks she is NIGHT small beer,
| Midi Beers und such she interfere,
She'll learn none owns dis hemisphere
| But me-und Gott.
She drinks, good frau, some ships she's got,
Und soldiers midi der scarlet goat,
Ach We could knock them Pouf
Like that,
| Myself-midt Colt
In dimes of peace, probare for wars,
1 bear the spear und helm OF Mars,
Und care not for den thousand Cars,
Myself-midt Colt.
In fact, humor efry whim,
With aspect dark and visage grim;
Colt pulls NIT me, und init him,
Myself-und Colt.
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