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  A New Song on the
  BOMBARDMENT
 OF ALEXANDRIA.

And destruction of the forts
    by the British Fleet.

Old England is at war again,
And her cannons loudly roar.
Che Union Jack is at the main,
Close by the Egyptian shore.
Our countrymen were murdered,
By a cowardly, ragged crew,
But new they have discovered.
What old England's power can do.

              CHORUS.

Then hurrah for England's navy,
In battle or in breeze,
On Egypt's shore her cannons roar,
She is mistress of the seas.
We've let them do just as they like,
They laugh'd at us we know,
But the time it came the blow to strike
Our power we did show ;
With shot and shell we batter'd well,
The Egyptian forts on shore,
Till one by one they quickly fell,
And will never rise no more.

From the Admiral's ship the shot was
fired,
That told them of their doom,
This battle we had not desired,
To fill the land with gloom.
Along the lines the cannons roar,
And destruction spred that day,
In ruins lay the forts on shore,
Ere an hour had passed away.

The British Iron-clads we're told,
Poured in their shot and shell,
How many lives that day was sold,
Their friends can only tell.
The terrible power of Englrnd then
Was shown unto the world,
When guns were work'd by gallant
men,
With the Union Jack unfurled.

The sea was in commotion,
With heavy cannons roar,
And echoing o'er the ocean,
It spread from shore to shore,
It told a tale to friends and foes.
That England rules the seas,
Our Union Jack has braved, we know
The battle and the breeze.

Some people thought our day was
passed,
And British courage gone,
But this battle may not be the last
That our courage will adorn.
We've sailors stout and in their prime
And we think you all will say,
If men were good in Eclson's time,
They are just as good to-day.

John White, Printer, Rose Place,
   Scotland Road, Liverpool.