This page has been validated.
And Hermann with his rifle is the pride of every German,
Until our Sandy gets on him, and Hermann gets afeared,
For when he hears the bullets come he slides down to the ground,
And tremblingly he gasps out to his comrades all around—

Chorus—“Sniper Sandy’s slaying Saxon soldiers,
ChorusAnd Saxon soldiers seldom show but Sandy slays a few,
ChorusAnd every day the Bosches put up little wooden crosses
ChorusIn the cemetery for Saxon soldiers Sniper Sandy slew.”

The Seaforths got so proud of Sandy’s prowess with his rifle,
They drew up a report on him and sent it to the Corps,
And ninety-seven was his bag—it doesn’t seem a trifle—
But Sandy isn’t certain that it wasn’t rather more,
And when Sir John French heard of it, he broke into a laugh,
And rubbed his hands and chuckled to the Chief of General Staff—

Chorus—“Sniper Sandy,” etc.

115