Royalty

ENGLAND'S QUEEN, & WARRIORS.

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In St. James' Park so gay and smart
What glorious sights are seen,
Our wounded British hercen,
Reviewd by England's Queen ;
All London town and country round
is seeming all alive,
This eighteenth day of May,
In eighteen hundred & fifty five

              CHORUS.

Our Queen the medals did present
To our soldiers and our tars,
Who bled and fought for glory,
In the great Russian Wars.

Some had one eye one a m one leg
Who in the wars had bled
And Mrs. Crisp declared she saw,
Nineteen without a head.
Who had been wounded in the wars
Where bravery was seen,
So now receives the medals from,
Their gracious little Queen

A pleasure and an honour,
It was to every man,
To feel Victoria's finger touch
Their weather beaten hand
No one can tell their feelings,
They forgot all care and pain,
And lord did cry we ll fight and die
For England once again.

I saw a dashing countess,
They called her Lady Jane,
She dwells in a large mansion,
Near the bottom of Park Lane.
She went to claim a medal,
While so surly she did look,
For fighting of her scullery, maid,
Then knocking down her cook,

              CHORUS.

Behold our gallent veteraus,
Who so deligated seem,
Receiving of their medals,
From Britania's glorious queen.

If we'd Gorthescoff and Menshicoff
Right in St. Jame's Park,
Old England's gallent veterans
Would show the in such a lark,
They would put them in the can-
nons mouth,
Then blow them in the air,
And send them to eternity,
With Nick the Russian Bear,

Cheer up you pretty maidens,
That's over sweet fifteen,
Flare up and be a soldier,
To fight for Englands a queen.
Come Nelly, Nancy, Mary,
Jenny, Sally, Bet and Peg,
For you shall have a medal, when
They we shot away your legs.

Come now fill up all u per,
Now let harmony be seen,
Here's to our gallent veterans,
And Victoria England's queen,
They in the field of battle did,
Their duty nobly do.
Play with delight the drum and fife
The sweet Red, White and Blue

              CHORUS

Here's England's queen for ever,
Who presented grand and gay
The medals to her warriors,
On the eighteenth day yſ May.

PAUL, Printer, Great Sa. Andrew Street,