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Victoria, Albert & Napier

(9) Victoria, Albert & Napier

         Victoria, Albert & Napier

            TUNE - "Vilikins and his Dinah."

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As Victoria and Albert together did stray,
Al said to his Vick, oh! my blossom of May
I will go for a soger to conquer the bear,
And fight like the devil with Charley Napier.

Oh Vick, dearest Vick, we will never be beat,
No power on earth can Victoria defeat,
We will not be humbugged by your cousin Nick
And he never shall conquer young Al. and Vick.

Our soldiers and sailors are men of renown,"
Like true British heroes they'll fight for the crown
Let us go to the Baltic with Charley Napier,
And help him to muzzle the Old Russian Bean

Come send for Lord Palmerston,Russell,& Broom
And send for Lord Clarendon, Derby, & Hume,
And we'll jovially sing as we go to Old Nick,
Here is jolly good luck to Prince Albert & Vick,

Young Al. said Vick, if we catch the Old Bear,
With a large pot of pison we'll drench him my
pear ;
We'll hug him and drenchhim while able to stand
And we'll give the old villain some toko for yam

But on last Tuesday rooming Al. woke in a fright
He dreamt of the Russians, and felt for his wife
He cried and he fretted until he was sick,
And he roar'd like a tiger, oh ! where is my Vick

His coat, boots, and trousers were not to be found
So he slipped on a petticoat, bustle, and gown,
Then out of the palace poor Al cut his stick,
And there was Victoria, his own loving Vick.

A cocked hat and feather she had on her head,
A gun by her side, and a coat scarlet red ;
On the sons of Britannia she loudly dilca
To proceed to the Baltic with powder and ball

Young Al. bawled Victoria, Victoria my dear,
I feared you had got in the claws of the bear,
I trembled to think of the tyrant Old Mick,
Then here's jolly good luck to young Albert and
Vick.

Then heres to the heroes who are gone to th
wars,
Our soldiers of honour, and true British tars,
May they conquer the Russians, and muzzle old
Nick,
And fight for the glory of Albert and Vick.

Come fill up a bumper of gin, wine, and ale,
Drink to Albert and Vick, and the young Prince
of Wales ;
May he soon grow a man fit to conquer old Nick
And fight for the glory of Albert and Vick.

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