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OUR TRIUMPH FOR SINOPE.
1853.
Let's sing of the deeds we've been doing;
Let's tell of the glory we've won;
The Russians have been to Sinope,
And we've sent to see what they've done;
It may be a Duncan or Jervis
Had found for our fleet other work,
But we've not their old-fashioned way, Sirs,
Just now in assisting the Turk.
Let's tell of the glory we've won;
The Russians have been to Sinope,
And we've sent to see what they've done;
It may be a Duncan or Jervis
Had found for our fleet other work,
But we've not their old-fashioned way, Sirs,
Just now in assisting the Turk.
Don't talk of the Nile and Trafalgar,
And wish for a Nelson to-day;
He'd have shown Natchimoff at Spithead, Sirs,
But that's not our Aberdeen's way;
No—Charley Napier might have blundered;
That's not how our ministers work;
Let Russia do just what she pleases,—
We'll talk and write notes for the Turk.
And wish for a Nelson to-day;
He'd have shown Natchimoff at Spithead, Sirs,
But that's not our Aberdeen's way;
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That's not how our ministers work;
Let Russia do just what she pleases,—
We'll talk and write notes for the Turk.
Some six months or so we've been talking,
And all to no purpose, in truth;
We had but to float on the Baltic,
No Russian had then crossed the Pruth;
But might not the Czar have been angered,
Had our guns, not our tongues, been at work?
It's safer to keep our three-deckers,
Things, but to be seen by the Turk.
And all to no purpose, in truth;
We had but to float on the Baltic,
No Russian had then crossed the Pruth;
But might not the Czar have been angered,
Had our guns, not our tongues, been at work?
It's safer to keep our three-deckers,
Things, but to be seen by the Turk.
Some say, had we argued with broadsides,
The Czar had most certainly heard;
Yes—Cronstadt had sent on our message,
Sebastopol told every word;
But then, you know, all this had hindered
Our Clarendon's whole six months' work;
And then, with our lint at Sinope,
We had not assisted the Turk.
The Czar had most certainly heard;
Yes—Cronstadt had sent on our message,
Sebastopol told every word;
But then, you know, all this had hindered
Our Clarendon's whole six months' work;
And then, with our lint at Sinope,
We had not assisted the Turk.
You surely would have us be cowards,
When some others frightened we see!
If Prussia and Austria fear him,
And fawn on him, why should not we?
Without us, France will not be bolder,
And do any true honest work;
Besides, the Czar will but allow us
To play at assisting the Turk.
When some others frightened we see!
If Prussia and Austria fear him,
And fawn on him, why should not we?
Without us, France will not be bolder,
And do any true honest work;
Besides, the Czar will but allow us
To play at assisting the Turk.
With England's safety and honour
Who'll say that we're playing the fool?
Our doctors staunch wounds at Sinope;
Our captains drink healths at Stamboul;
We're sorry they butchered some thousands;
Our three-deckers heard them at work;
But, after the slaughter was over,
We dared to send lint to the Turk.
Who'll say that we're playing the fool?
Our doctors staunch wounds at Sinope;
Our captains drink healths at Stamboul;
We're sorry they butchered some thousands;
Our three-deckers heard them at work;
But, after the slaughter was over,
We dared to send lint to the Turk.
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