A NEW SONG ON THE

GREAT RUSSIAN WAR

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Good people all of each degree,
Both high and low draw near,
And listen with attention
To those few lines you'll hear,
Concerning british soldiers
Likewise our jolly Tars,
While fighting for old England
In the great Russian war.

How can that cruel tyrant rest
The cause of all this woe,
The aching hearts and crying
Tear which he has cause'd to flow,
Many mother for her darling son
And widows may deplore.
For those who fall by sword and ball
In the great Russian war.

There's brave Napier who knows no fear
And many battles won,
In the baltic with his jolly Tars
Will shew them british fun.
He said brave boys be of good cheer
My hearts of oak so true,
We'll shew the tyrant Nicholass
The courage of true blue.

Lord Raglan with his army
The bravest of the brave,
They left their native british shore
To cross the briney wave,
Some parting from their sweethearts
And some their parents dear,
Far from their native country
To face the Russian bear.

This mellancholly sad event
So painful to relate,
The loss of the gallant Tiger
With her crews unhapy fate
Brave Captian Giffard with
His men like Britons did behave,
Till they were overpowered
And nothing could they save.

That gallaut ship while in a fog
Alas she ran ashore,
The enemy with red hot shot
Their dreadful fire did pour,
Brave Giffard he fell wounded
Which pains me to relate.
Likewise a brave young midshipman
Who share,d his glorious fate.

May God protect those left behind
those wives and children dear,
The father of the fatherless
Will dry the meurners tear.
Those cruel wars we pray may end
And happeness restore,
And send those brave hearts back again
Never to part no more.

C. TOURLE. Printer, 146 Edward St
Brighton. Trade Supplied with Ballads &c