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         Tune-----Battle of Algiers.

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THE Russian war just ended, and our lads
come o'er the main,
Britannia's bugle sounded boys, prepare for
war again ;
You must face the treacherous Indians, and
across the ocean go,
When England's gallant soldiers soon, will lay
the tyrants low.
Courageous,bold,and steady, they so willing
are to go,
Britannia's sons are ready, for to meet the
Indian foe.

The Indian soldiers mutin ed, like cannibals
they stood,
While their wicked hearts was panting for in-
nocent English blood ;
The British officers they slew with powder,shot
and ball,
It awful was to see them on the plains of India fall

And then they wreaked their vengeance upon
the ladies fair,
Who on their knees for mercy begged in sor-
row and despair ;
But no the cruel wretches,no pity would they show
But mangled their sweet bodies on the fatal
ground so low.

With hearts more harder far than steel, which
does their tribe degrade,
They wreaked their cowardly vengeance on
the innocent smiling babes ;
With cruel sword and bayonets they did the
infants wound,
And smile to see them in their gore upon the
Indian ground
Their treachery and their villainy is too awful
to unfold,
Such slaughtering and cruelty before was never
told.

They murdered all before them, and like can-
nibals did smile,
And not one spark of mercy showed to man,
woman, or child.

Britannia now with vengeance will soon satis-
faction gain,
She has beat them often times before, and will
do so again ;
Her soldiers are courageous, they will give them
powder and ball,
They will every one exterminate, the Indian dogs
shall fall.

They are no use in battle, from Britannia's sons
they'll run,
Our artillery guns shall rattle, though they fifty,
are to one ;
Upon the plains of India shall the treacherous
villains lie,
England will show no mercy, though they may
for mercy cry.

Our gallant lads are gone to fight, no danger do
they fear,
Although so kind, they leave behind, their wives
and children dear ;
Oh Providence protect them & grant them victory
And guide each soldier home again, to his wife
and family.

You that on down are sleeping,in comfort happlly
Can you imagine what is felt by land and out the
sea,
While you are free from danger, and pleasures
you surround.
Sympathize with those who fight for you, while
on your beds of down.

Rial & CO., Printers, Monmouth-court, 7 Dials.