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HAT was it kept you so long, brave German submersible?

We have been very anxious lest matters had not gone well

With you and the precious cargo of your country's drugs and dyes.

But here you are at last, and the sight is good for our eyes,

Glad to welcome you up and out of the caves of the sea,

And ready for sale or barter, whatever your will may be.

Oh, do not be impatient, good friends of this neutral land,

That we have been so tardy in reaching your eager strand.

We were stopped by a curious chance just off the Irish coast,

Where the mightiest wreck ever was lay crowded with a host

Of the dead that went down with her; and some prayed us to bring them here

That they might be at home with their brothers and sisters dear.

We Germans have tender hearts, and it grieved us sore to say

We were not a passenger ship, and to most we must answer nay,

But if from among their hundreds they could somehow a halfscore choose

We thought we could manage to bring them, and we would not refuse.

They chose, and the women and children that are greeting you here are those

Ghosts of the women and children that the rest of the hundred chose.