We are the valiant Knights of Peace
Who prattle for the Right:
Our banner is of snowy fleece,
Inscrib�d: "TOO PROUD TO FIGHT!"

By sweet Chautauqua�s flow�ry banks
We love to sing and play,
But should we spy a foeman�s ranks!
We�d proudly run away!

When Prussian fury sweeps the main
Our freedom to deny;
Of tyrant laws we ne�er complain;
But gladsomely comply!

We do not fear the submarines
That plough the troubled foam;
We scorn the ugly old machines -
And safely stay at home!

They say our country�s close to war
And soon must man the guns;
But we see naught to struggle for -
We love the gentle Huns!

What though their hireling Greaser bands
Invade our southern plains?
We well can spare those boist�rous lands,
Content with what remains!

Our fathers were both rude and bold,
And would not live like brothers;
But we are of a finer mould -
We�re much more like our mothers!