Where his boasted bridge lies bust,
Where he turned no tide around,
Babylon blows by in dust;
Blown down for a song, blown down.

Deep, too deep, for honest thirst:
Wells enough to make greed drown:
Bought and sold out from the first;
Gone down for a song, gone down.

In 'Babylons' not yet in dust -
Down roads a once harsh convert found -
Siren terrors now gain trust;
Brought down by a song, brought down.

                    (Apologies to William Soutar)