I have lost all my riches, I have worn out my breeches, I am turned out of place, and have nowhere to go, My state is most shocking, great holes in my stocking, And my poor tender toes peeping out of my shoe-- Why should they so serve me, and try for to starve me? I fought for my country and stood by my Queen. Bad luck to the Prussians, the Austrians, and Russians, And jolly bad luck to old Lord Aberdeen. _Chorus._ I’m, &c. I went like a wary plenipotentiary, To the town of Vienna to settle the war, Where I saw Francis Joseph, King Peter, and Moses, And I fought Alexander, the great Russian Czar; And when I came back they began for to clack, They blamed me and gamed me and pulled out my hair, They threatened to lick me, and nicely they kicked me, Bawling pickled eel’s feet around Bel-ge-rave Square. _Chorus._ I’m, &c. I love Queen Victoria, I dearly adore her, Although at Vienna I did her displease; I wish all the Russians and Austrians and Prussians Were tied in a blanket, and smothered with fleas. Oh dear, hey down diddle, I have the Scotch fiddle, I know that I caught it of old Aberdeen,-- Now I will so clever sing England for ever, Down with the Russians, and God save the Queen. _Chorus._ I’m, &c. JOHN MORGAN. [Illustration] A NEW SONG TO THE MEMORY OF THE LATE R. COBDEN, ESQ., M.P., “HE GAVE THE PEOPLE BREAD.” TUNE--“FARMER’S BOY.” Come mourn ye sons of Britain all, The fact that Cobden’s dead: Come sing his deeds, come praise his worth, “He got the people bread.” O death why didst thou snatch away The best of England’s seed? Why lay thy hand upon his brow? “He gave the people bread.” If ever man deserved a name, Who did the people lead, ’Twas Richard Cobden known to all, “He gave the people bread.” His generous, loving, feeling heart Brought blessings on his head, Because he fought a long lifetime, “To give the people bread.” He lived a life of doing good, This was his much loved creed, Untiring zeal his labours crown’d “To get the people bread.” Yes, bread untax’d that all might live, In every time of need; Amidst the strife with truth as guide, “To get the people bread.” He’s now enshrin’d in the cold grave, Which Kings and princes dread; He died in peace, he smil’d at death, “He’d gained the people bread.” For ever shall his name endure, Tho’ numbered with the dead, His name through earth’s immortalised, “He got the people bread.” GREAT NAVAL ACTION BETWEEN THE KEARSAGE & THE ALABAMA.