Chorus.

"If this upsets some sweet and skeat conjectures
Just come and hear my Anglo-Saxon lectures.

—Eichelbaum's "Xam Tips."

Music Specially Written by Mr. J. Maughan Barnett.

When our prehistoric mother and our prehistoric brother
Saw our prehistoric father hit
By an elongated foeman, or an under-rated bowman,
They pondered the "survival of the fit."
Though the battle lasted long, the fight was to the strong,
And the winner always carried off the fleece;
For the law was tooth and fang when the blast of battle rang.
And the foe employed the Votaries of Peace.

Refrain.
So they passed the sign that men might know,
And be ready the call of the bended how.

When a battle-raising Druid, filled with spirit-mazing fluid
Took his cabalistic uniform,
Why, not Jimmy Gibb's condition, nor a Henry Potts's mission.
E'er rivalled the revivalistic storm.
And they counted every soul who answered to the roll
As a jewel for the Kingdom of the Free,
But the folk who dodged the hurt, they were counted unconvert
And exposed upon the branches of a tree.

Refrain.
And this was a sign that men might know
And be ready the call of the bended bow.