Glorious Victory over the Russians !

                  WITH THE

   TAKING of ALMA & SEBASTOPOL

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Rial & Co., Printers, Monmouth Court, ' Bloomsbury
  AIR, "Helmet on his brow."

COME all you gallant Britons bold,
Of high and low degree,
Cheer up ! rejoice, with heart and voice,
At this great Victory.
The Allied Powers to work did go,
With courage manfully.
Conquered and took Sebastopol,
And made the enemy fly.
The gallant French and British lads,
Did shew the Russians play,
Took Alma and Sebastopol,
Huzza ! my boys, huzza !

Eighteen thousand killed and wounded,
What a treat for tyrant Nick ;
Twenty-four thousand prisoners—
Now arn't they nicely licked.
here was fifty thousand in the field
All trembling with fear,
Like scalded cats they cut and run,
The beaten Russian bears.

Prince Menschikoff surrendered
With eighteen thousaud men,
Who will not like to meddle with
The Western lads again.
That glorious day the shots did play,
Indeed it was no joke,
onbattle field they lay
Midst thunder, fire, and smoke.

Poor Menschikoff and tyra t Nick,
Are trembling with fear,
While Raglan, Cambridge, and Dundas
With Old Charley Napier,
Are rejoicing over the victory
The Allied Powers have gained,
And vow to conquer all the world,
By land and on the main.

The glorious news was telegraphed
To England's gracious Queen ;
She danced with joy, while Albert laughed
And sent for A erdeen :
His Lordship rubbed his eyes and cried
Success attend the brave,
England and France shall win, and
Britons never shall be slaves.

Our Army and our Navy we
Will toast with three times three,
With noble France,they made theme dance
And gain a victory.
The standard of Britannia
We so nobly will unfurl ;
The Allied Powers shall unite,
And conquer all the world.

In the harbour of Sebastopol
They shewed the Russians fun,
They gave 'em a taste for breakfast,
Of our great artillery guns,
Which sunk their shipping in the deep,
A match Old Nick will find ;
And on the twenty-fourth my boys,
They took Fort Constantine.

If the Emperor Nicholas don't give in,
Old England and France,
On the snowy hills of Moscow
They will make the Bear to dance ;
I think you have found your mistake
You base unhappy Nick,
Truly confess in your distress,
And own you are nicely licked