PEACE AND VICTORY.

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      DEVER Printer 18 Gt. St Andrew Street Seven Dails

Come all you gallant heroes
Of high and low degree,
Let mirth be seen, God save the Queen
Here's peace and victory,
England and France made Russia dance,
Some Bull dogs she did find,
Alexander had his nose shot off,
And his shirt hung out behind.

               CHORUS.

We have peace the war is ended,
And prosperity will advance,
Harrah ! Hurrah !! Hurrah my lads,
For England and France,
The Queen said to hor ministers,
What wonders we have done,
Here's to Napoleon and his wife,
Long live their iittle son,
Who lately came to bless the land,
('Tis rumoured so at least)
He brought the laurel in his hand,
And with it glorious peace.
The guns did fire the bells did ring,

The ladies banished pain,
And they so loud did gloriously sing,
Soon will return again,—
Our husbands, brothers and our sons,
How grand is the idea,
Who made the Russians cut and run,
And fought in the Crimea.

The great fat gutted farmers.
At the name of peace does frown,
They wish for to monopolise,
The corn must soon come down,
The millers are dejected,
How dreadful is their groans,
We will grind them into barley dust,
Between two great mill stones.

On Snnday night the moon shone bright,
At the hour of ten o'clock,
To hear the guns did thousands run,
Then to the park did flock.
The bells did rlng a merry peal,
Which drowned all care and grief
When a butcher had his nose shot off
Then lost eleven teeth.

When the bells was merrily ringing,
And the great guns going off,
There goes Alexander a lady cries
And there is Menschioff,
And there is Mister Constantino,
And there is the ghost of Nick
Hurrah my French and English Lads
We have the Russians licked

A rum old duchess ninty-one
Took up a giass of gin,
Then said oh bang me tight, we made,
The Russian bears give in.
I thought they could not stand it
When for quarters they did call,
So they shall see, as I tell thee,
That they must pay for all.

Success to England and France,
They made their great guns roll,
Aud to the brave Sardinians,
Courageous stoat and bold,
They fought and licked the Russians,
Aud rolled them iu their grease,
Come fil a bumper now my Lads,
And drink success to PEACE.