Wars > Crimean War (1853-1856)

    RUSSIAN WAR

  Or John Bull's Dream.

TUNE—Bow, woo, woo.

Old John Bull the other day
Felt a little drowsy,
So he went to bed to have ap
Along with his old spousy.
He dreamt he saw the Russian Bear,
When he was fast asleep, sirs,
With two great horns, a serpent's tail,
And two great cloven feet, sirs.
                     CHORUS.
God save the Queen,
Now listen white I tel to you Old John
[Bull's dream.

He dreamt he saw our gallant fleet
All storms and dangers brave sirs ;
He dreamt he heard our sailors sing
Britannnia rules the waves, sirs.
He dreamt he saw Lord Nelson drink
To British female beauty,
Saying England expects that every man
This day will do his duty.

He dreamt the soldier's wives and children
Never would be undone ;
He dreamt Smith O'Brien was returned,
Nnd made Lord Mayor of London.
He dreamt he saw the Russian serfs
Lay down and cry for quarters.
And he dreamt the Russian Bear was hung
In a pair of greasy garters.

He dreamt he saw the Queen so fair
And all her subjects around her ;
He dreamt he heard Charley Napier
Sing cannon balls and powder.
He dreamt he saw Victoria vext
One morn take off her bustle,
Flog poor Prince Albert round the room,
And little Jackey Russell.

He dreamt that every damsel past
Eleven years of age, sirs,
Would have to join the army and
The Russian foe engage, sirs.
He dreamt he saw Lord Pulmerston
Playing some funny capers ;
He dreamt he saw Lord Aberbeen
Bawling pickled sprats and 'tatoes.

He dreamt he saw Lord Clarendon
Armed with a musket, belt and sword
He dreamt he saw Lord Aberdeen
Flourish a tailor's goose & sleeve board.
He dreamt he saw the militiamen
All tied up in close quarters,
And the farmers all stone breaking sent
With their dandy wives and daughters.

Old Bull did dream he told the Queen
She must press all coalheavers,
The dandy nobs, the snips, and snobs,
T e Peelers and the weavers.
He dreamt to carry on the war
They laid a tax on mussels,
A tax upon the women's shawls,
Their victorines and bustles.

He dreamt they taxed all batchelors,
Who would not work on Mondays,
And all the pretty girls who did not
Go to church on Sundays.
He dreamt they taxed old women's hats,
And set their minds bewildering,
And he dreamt they laid a property tax
On all poor people's children.

He dreamt they taxed the hurdigurdies,
With Saveloy's and monkeys ;
He dreamt they clapped a double tax
On costermonger's donkeys.
He dreamt Prince Albert and the Queen
At home would not be stopping,
But took their children on their backs,
And off they went a hopping.

He dreamt that old C arley Napier
Did shew the Russians power ;
He dreamt he caught old Nick the bear,
And brought him to the tower,
Where they ed him well on train oil,
Stale turnip tops and cabbages.
And then he dreamt they chopped him up
And him into sausages.
             CHORUS.

What a jolly row there is jus now
From the Land's End to Dover
And wonderful changes we shall see
Before the summer is over.

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