Oh is it the jar of nations

"Oh is it the jar of nations,

The noise of a world run mad,

The fleeing of earth's foundations?"

Yes, yes; lie quiet, my lad.

"Oh is it my country calling,

And whom will my country find

To shore up the sky from falling?"

My business; never you mind.

"Oh is it the newsboys crying

Lost battle, retreat, despair,

And honour and England dying?"

Well, fighting cock, what if it were?

The devil this side of the darnels

Is having a dance with man,

And quarrelsome chaps in charnels

Must bear it as best they can.