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But listen, Gott, it must be quick
Your help to me you send,
Or else I half to stop attack
Und only blay defend.
So four und twenty hours I gif
To make de Allies run ,
Und put me safe into mein blace,
De middle of de sun.

If you do dis, I'll do mein pardt,
I'll tell de vorld de fact.
But if you don't, den I must tink
It is an hostile act.
Den var at once I vill declare
Und in mein anger rise,
Und send Mein Zeppelin ships to wage
A fight up in de skies.

Dis ultimatum now, dear Gott,
Is von of many more,