Do you hear that noise, Mother,

That comes over the sea?

Is that God the Father raging

In His Eternity?

That is only war, darling,

Drunk men returning

From the pubs of their pleasure,

They’ll be sober by morning.

Do you hear that whisper, Mother,

That follows the sigh

From the house of Injustice?

What was that going by?

That was God raging, child,

Something to fright

More than the shouting

Of a whole drunken night.