There is nothing now talked on wherever you go, Among old folks or young be them high or low, But the Crimean heroes I vow and declare, That has smothered the Russians in this very year, On the 8th of September, Eighteen hundred & fifty-five The wounded old bear from his den did arise; He curs’d and he swore and he fell off his stool, He lost all Malakoff and Sebastopol too. CHORUS. Then hurrah jolly soldiers and sailors likewise, With the brave sons of France you blackened his eyes, You knock’d off his muzzle and stole all his grub, And his teeth is all rotten and he can’t chew his cud. The soldiers of France went at it like steel, Determined to conquer and make the Russians feel, That they were the lads that could do it like fun, Then crack went their rifles and the Russians did run; The hearts of oak thundered, their guns had began, As hearts of oak only ball’d at the Redan; The French blaz’d away with courage so cool, Now England and France has Sebastopol. The Russian bears did grumble and said it is no joke To smother in rubbish with powder and smoke, And to be without water our thirst for to quench, When a thundering big bomb shell came in from the French, They all turned dizzy some spued and some spit, And the Russian commander in his breeches did s--t, For he had got the skitters with Johnny Bull’s pills, Our shot is the doctors that find out their ills. At last they retreated, these bears from their den, They got nearly roasted with shot and with shell, Dingdong they did trot unto to the North side, If they’d stopt any longer we’d have tickled their hides, The Russian commander these words he did say, We must now all hook it without more delay, We can stop no longer in Sebastopol; If we do they will choke us with long iron tools. So come my brave fellows let’s sing and let’s dance, Both Turkey, Sardinnia, old England and France; We will all have a jig while the music does play, We have nothing to fear for the Russians will pay; And when we come home we will all keep a pig, Our wives shall have bustles made of Russian wigs, We will all take a bumper and drink good health, So down with the Russians and up with the French. BATTLE _OF_ ALMA Oh! boys have you heard of the battle, The allies brave had on the shore, The joybells and cannons did rattle, Announcing it o’er and o’er, The total defeat of the Russians, Was echoed with joy everywhere; Success to John Bull and Napolean, And very soon peace may we hear. CHORUS. Then here’s to the army and navy, In Russia they’re on the advance, Supporting the standard of freedom, Success to old England and France.