Wars > Crimean War (1853-1856)

                     THE

RUSSIA AND TURKISH

               WAR

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Adieu our boney friends adieu                 
For soon we must be par ed,
Do not repine be free and kind
Couragious and light hearted
The Russians we will soon destroy,
For valour never mind us ;
Farewell awhile.— Britana's Isle.
And the friends we leave behind us.

                     Chorus,

A bitter pill they quickly will
In the Russian battles find us,
Wth laurels soon we will return
To the land we leave behind us.

Britania's sons to glory run
With Austrians French and Prussians,
To chain and muzzle up the BEAR
The Emperor of the Russians.
So cannon balls shall make them fail
In future they shall mind us ,
When we are at peace on our native land
With the friends we leave behind us.

To Constantinople we are bound
Our rout we lay befere ye :
To protect the Turks and England's Crown
and fight for fame and glory
May providence our march make light
And on to victory guide us ;
For fame and justice we will fight
And the friends we left behind us.

We have old Napier our ships to steer,
And lead them to the battle;
The Russians tremble will fear
To hear our great guns rattle,
They will rue the day they caused this fray
Of the girls we left behind us.

We had admirals and generals once
Who in our wars was welcome ;
But the fame of brave d Wellington
Lies by the side, of Nelson
If we had them to guide us on
True Britons they would find us,
And rue the day that we was born
In the land we left behind us

We will boldly go to fight the foe
And tell a warlike story
Our little Isle did always smile
And fight for fame and glory.
Their Russian fallow greese and fat
In war shall never lind us
God bless the pretty faces of—
The girls we leave behind us.

The shamrock thistle and the rose
And harp for war is starting
Sound the fife and drum to glory run
The time is come for marching
When fighting far away from home
And waves and seas divide us
We will beat up and then retreat
To the land we leave behind us.

So When we've ventured life and limb
For the country we regarded
Let us hope that England's gracious pueen
Will see we are rewarded
And not be turned a drift to starve
Without a friend to mind us
So if they from the wars return
They'll not know were to find us

So here's old England three times three
Who well can keep her station
Those sons can fight by laud and sea
And conquer every nation
Our wooden walls and cannon balls
Shall make the tvrant mindus
And will return with laurel crowned,
To the friends we left behind us

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