Lyrics:

Verse 1:
Oh! John, pack up your kit and come along with me,
There's a party 'cross the sea,
And they need your company to grace it.
Oh! John, Kiss her goodbye
You know that she'll be true,
It's near the time to fall in line,
With a million more like you.

Chorus:
And we're all going calling on the Kaiser,
For we've got to teach the Kaiser to be wiser.
And we'll bring him something good,
A Kimono made of wood,
We'll wish him well with shot and shell,
The son-of-a-gun we'll give him H___!
We're all going calling on the Kaiser.
The English, French, The Yanks and Irish too,
Don't forget what Sherman said,
That's where he'll be when he's dead,
For we're all going calling on the Kaiser.

And we're all going calling on the Kaiser,
For we've got to teach the Kaiser to be wiser.
Sure, we'll send him down below,
Where the likes of him should go,
We'll leave him there to rave and tear,
And divil a one is goin' to care.
We're all going calling on the Kaiser.
The English, French, The Yanks and Irish too,
He'll be looking at his best,
Wist a lily on his chest,
For we're all going calling on the Kaiser.

Verse 2:
Oh! boy think of the fun in making Germans run,
They'll be running night and day,
But they'll never get away,
We'll get 'em and
Oh! boy, Wilhelm the Great will hear the eagle call,
We'll never stop once over the top,
Till the German pirates fall.