A DIALOGUE BETWEEN

JOHN BULL AND THE CZAR.

           MINNA'S TOMB.

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OH, did you not hear the new afar,
That's just come from the seat of war ?
About this mighty Russian Czar,
The Emperor of Russia.
As he walk'd out the other day,
He met John Bull upon the way,
And thus to him the Bear did say,
' You're just the man I wanted;'
Says Nick, since the war's began,
I cannot see what you have done,
Although some battles you have won,
I am not yet beaten.

Here we are, a mighty pair,
John Bull and the Russian Bear,
Wraugling. jangling everywhere,
About the War in Russia.

Says John Bull, Nick do all you can, .
The British boys will lead the van,
As they hare done at Inkermani),
On the fifth of last November.
You are a nasty Russian hog,
You stuff your men with rum and grog,
And sent them on to us in a fog,
But they were soon defeated:
Although our men have suffer'd great,
But never mind, it's not too late,
With British pluck and Frenchmen's hate,
We'll fight our way to glory,         

Says Nick the mighty Russian Bear.
Some time ago Napier did swear,
That Cronstadt he would rip and tear,
But that was all a-blarney.
So out of Portsmouth he set sail,
Puffing and blowing like a whale,
Tens of thousands did him hail.
The day be left Old England,
'the Baltie sea he cruized around
His oppotunity he found,                     
A little place call'd Bormasund,
Was all that he could conque.

Says John Bull, Nick, I tell you what,
Napier had no instructions got,
Or if he had, with shells and shot,
He'd shake the walls of Cronstadt.
Now Sebastopol it is our aim.
My dearest Nick. you know the same,
Although you play'd the double game,
Of fresh negociations.
But your shuffling tricks they will not do,
We'Ve given time enough to you,
We have our fleet and army too,
Preparing for the storming.

Then quickly spoke the Emperor Nick,
Says he. my walls are fine and thick,
Composed of solid stone and brick.
You'll have a job to breech them.
You think on me to put the stuns,
By firing your Lancaster guns,
You might as well throw Chelsea buns,
As two-and thirty pounders
So Mr. Bull, remember then.
Where you have one man, I have ten,
So what care I for the lives of men,
They are only .slaves in Russia,

Says John Bull, we are moving on,
One hundred and ninety thousand strong,
we'll fight your Russians three to one,
As at Inkermann and Alma
It's to your Russians woe betide,
For new we arc well fortified
with batteries on the mountain side
Hurrah ! for France and England
So Nicholas if you hold your prate
If thirty-two's are not the weight
we will now give you ninety-eight's
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      MINNA'S TOMB

OH Minna Minna, then for ever
Thou art immured within thy tomb
Oh cruel, cruel death to rob me
Of one so young and in her bloom
Oh Minna, Minna, may each angel
Regard and watch thee in thy sleep
I never, never can forget thee
The fond remembranee makes me weep
Oh Minna, Minna. I will gather
The sweetest flowers and place them here
And never, never shall they wither
For I will moist' them with a tear
Oh Minna, Miana, may high Heaven
Protect us both from endless pain
Then dearest Minna I shall meet thee
Oh never more to part again