The Three Quiet Gentlemen
There is a quiet gentleman a-motoring in France
(Oh, don’t you hear the honking of a British motor-car?)
Like any quiet gentleman that you may meet by chance
Who doesn’t wear a uniform, and doesn’t sport a star
Another quiet gentleman is sitting by his side
(Oh, do you hear the “shuffling feet” tonight in Gay Paree?)
The honking of their motor-car, when they go for a ride
Is louder than the biggest gun that’s made in Germany
Another quiet gentleman, who’s very like the first
(Oh, don’t you hear the tinkle of the sleigh-bells on the snow?)
Is riding out in Russia now to watch the best and worst
Oh, hear the bells of Petrograd a-ringing soft and low
The Christmas bells of Petrograd, that hail the birth of Christ
The sleigh-bells from the opera that hail the birth of Sin
While eyes of men are dried in Hell and hearts of men are iced
Are louder than the loudest blare that’s blaring in Berlin