ON law and love and mercy
Was laid the German curse
When to her execution
Was led the British nurse.
In brutal might they thought her
Of help and friendship shorn;
John Brown, Jeanne d'Arc, all martyrs,
Companioned her that morn.
A harmless, tender woman,
They took her to her doom;
A dread, resistless spirit
She rises from the tomb.
Still Germany shall fear her,
For since that bloody dawn
Through all the earth that trembles
Her soul goes marching on!
