Wars > Crimean War (1853-1856)

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            A Dialogue between

   The three Great Powers about to
                 Go to War.

Hark ! loud rumour of fierce bloody war,
The loud din of battle is heard from afar,
The Lion, and Eagle and Austria prepare,
Towage mortal strife with the big Russian
Bear,
Come says proud Alexander I do you defy
My forces are great and on them I rely,
More power to Poland and her brave hardy
sons.

Says Napoleon to Alexander now what do
you want,
Whatever powers alone I surely will grant,
By the beard of Mahomet I think it is fair
I want to thrash Poland says the big Russian
Bear,
Now Come says Napoleon in language plain
The balance of power I mean to mantain,
So brother Alexanner I'd have you beware,
More power to Poland and her brave hardy
sons.

Now I tell you Napoleon the Bear did reply,
My forces are great and on thom I rely,
Of coming near Moscow I'd have you beware
You'd retreat like your Uncle snys the big
Russian Bear,
Says Napoleon your climate fought for you
before ;
It vanquished then and we'll do so once
more,
So tyrant's may tremble when war I declare
More power to Poland and her brave hardy
sons.

Observe says Napoleon when we go to war,
I'll fight for the Poles against the Russian
Czar,
I'll fight for my allies and әverything fair_r'
Go fight Garibaldi says the big Russian bea
Says John Bull this bear does his subjects
controle,
See how he oppresses the brave gallant Poles
To punish such tyrants some troops I can
spare,
More power to Poland and her brave hardy
sons.

Says Alexander I wonder how yo me blame
If I be a tyrant I've neighbours the same
There is poor weeping Ireland we all can
declare,
More power to Poland and sweet liberty,
You fierce looking despot John Bull did reply
My foreign possessions to near you do lie,
For to protect Poland some troops I will
prepare,
That's what's your afraid of says the big
Russian Bear,
My fleet says John Bull will blockade you
at sea,
My noble commanders will show you some
play,
Old England and Scotland and Irishmen too
More power to Poland and her brave sons

How can you trust Ireland when you go to
fight,
Call home all your absentees and give tenant
right,
Oh when I go home I'll do everything fair,
Are you sure you'll get safe says the big
Russian Bear,
O talk not of Ireland but hark to the noise,
For yonder is the shout of our brave Irish
boys,—
They're the bravest in battle tho' you slight
them everywhero,
More power to Poland and her brave hard
sons.