Wars > Crimean War (1853-1856)

         FRANCE AND ENGLAND

                        MUST

   CONQUER THE RUSSIANS

         Air—" The Cambells are coming,"

ARISE up Britannia devoid of alarms, ,
A Get ready like heroes your true British
arms ;
The blind, lame and lazy must all go to work,
And fight like the devil in aid of the Turks.
All the gallant policemen must boldly fall in,
With their belts, swords and lanterns, and big
rolling pins :
The old and the young must get ready, oh fegs
Ana the Collegemen too, with their new wooden
legs.

Britannia is going to war without fear,
All the Hind and the lame, and the lazy we hear
Our soldiers and sailors so gallant will steer,
And have a go in at the old Russian Bear.

What use are the foes to our groat wooden walls
And our artillerymen fine with their big cannon
balls,
They will make the old Russian to weep without
hope,
And bury his bones in the bay of Sinope.
Every soldier and sailor to Turkey must go,
Ail the foot guards, the life guards, the marines
and the blues ;
All the militiamen too must be gene,
And match to the sound of the fife and the drum

Now the hisses of Briton are weeping, oh lor!
Cause their soldiers and sailors are going to the
wars,
enny and Sally so shocking do fret,
Polly is sighing, and noor little Bet
Has collared a musket with Kitty and Nance,
And gone to Napoleon, the Emperor of France,.
To ask him to go all the Russians to slay,
Britannia is ready, get out of the way.

All the farmers, their wives, sons and daughters
must go,
And fight till they're conquered the Russian foe
Farmers Bull-head and Cow-head,and Pig's head
must fall,                                           
Farmers Blowgut and Paunchgut, and no guts
at all.
The miller, the grocer, and butcher must drill,
The baker, the quaker, the ploughboy,and Will,
We must go to war, the poor Turks give relief,
Are PrinceAlbert will be the commander-in-chief

There must be no sknlking, to war you must go
Neither headache nor toothache, nor pain in the
toe
Will ever prevent you to join in the rout,
If you had but one arm, one eye, and the gout,
To war you must go, and to fight you must steer
To tickle the nose of the great Russian Bear,
Our artillery great guns at the Russians we'll
hurl.
They in battle shall rattle and conquer the world-

See the old women crying by day and by night,
Cause their dear darling sons are a going to fight
My Johnny and Tommy are going away fa*,
To be shot at and killed in the great Russian war
But there's one consolation if they're shot dead,
And brought' back again without legs, arms, or
head,
Contested and quiet they remain ever may,
And receive from the Queen fivepenence-half penny
a-day.

Pretty maidens that's willing in battle to run,
Come pull up your stockings and follow the drum
And all you old ladies who freely will list,
Can have two and ninepence shoved into your fist
With a belt and a bayonet, and coat scarlet red,
And a fine hat and feather to place on your head,
And when to the war you all safely have got,
'Twill be fire away Mike with your tin iron pot.

All fishermen, watermen, coal porters too.
All the parsons, and tars with their jackets so blue
Must quickly get ready the foe for to fight,
And turn all the Russians to left about right,
Our shots they shall fly like a shower of eas,
And sink all the Russians down in the Black sea,
With France we will fight the Russians to bork
Old England for ever! success to the Turks.

Britannia in splendour is going afar,
Old England in glory is going to war,
Such a change in the land there's not lately
been seen,
Then here's down with the tyrant, and God save
the Queen !

RYLE and Co, Printers,2 and 3, Monmouth
                     Court, 7 Dials.