Various, Punch or the London Charivari, Vol…
“ CANNON FODDER. (Thus the War Party designates the rank and file of the German army.) They are coming like a tempest, in their endless ranks of grey,While the world throws up a cloud of dust along their awful way;They're the glorious cannon fodder of the mighty Fatherland,Who shall make the kingdoms tremble and the nations understand.Tramp! tramp! tramp! the cannon fodder comes.God help the old; God help the young; God help the hearths and homes.They'll do his will that taught them, on the earth and on the waves,Then, like faithful cannon fodder, still salute him from their graves. ”
