The House Is Crammed: Tier Beyond Tier They Grin And Cackle At The Show, While Prancing Ranks Of Harlots Shrill The Chorus, Drunk With Din; "We're Sure The Kaiser Loves The Dear Old Tanks!" I'd Like To See A Tank Come Down The Stalls, Lurching To Rag-Time Tunes, Or "Home, Sweet Home," - And There'D Be No More Jokes In Music-Halls To Mock The Riddled Corpses Round Bapaume.