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BEWARE, O CZAR, BEWARE!
1853.
And does he dare to mutter
To us, of threats and war!
We, too, our threats can utter;
We, too, can strike, O Czar;
For ours—for Europe's freedom,
We well your power may dare;
Your threats—we little heed 'em;
Beware, O Czar, beware!
To us, of threats and war!
We, too, our threats can utter;
We, too, can strike, O Czar;
For ours—for Europe's freedom,
We well your power may dare;
Your threats—we little heed 'em;
Beware, O Czar, beware!
No—why should we dissemble?
We are not Pole or Russ;
Let Austria fawn and tremble,
What are your threats to us?
Well Petersburgh may fear us,
And Cronstadt!—have a care!
Sebastopol may hear us;
Beware, O Czar, beware!
We are not Pole or Russ;
Let Austria fawn and tremble,
What are your threats to us?
Well Petersburgh may fear us,
And Cronstadt!—have a care!
Sebastopol may hear us;
Beware, O Czar, beware!
At serf and savage lancer,
At all your hordes we smile;
What shall your mandates answer?
The broadsides of the Nile.
With right for our reliance,
If you our might will dare,
We fling you our defiance;
Beware, O Czar, beware!
At all your hordes we smile;
What shall your mandates answer?
The broadsides of the Nile.
With right for our reliance,
If you our might will dare,
We fling you our defiance;
Beware, O Czar, beware!
Frown on your vassal, Prussia;
To Denmark nod your will;
But England, god of Russia,
England is England still;
And if your madness warn us
To crush you—have a care;
The time's not come to scorn us;
Beware, O Czar, beware!
To Denmark nod your will;
But England, god of Russia,
England is England still;
And if your madness warn us
To crush you—have a care;
The time's not come to scorn us;
Beware, O Czar, beware!
405
What! sit you so securely,
You have no cause for fear?
Is Poland crushed so surely,
Her hour may not be near?
What if, with power to right her,
We fling the torch in there,
That shall to freedom light her!
Beware, O Czar, beware!
You have no cause for fear?
Is Poland crushed so surely,
Her hour may not be near?
What if, with power to right her,
We fling the torch in there,
That shall to freedom light her!
Beware, O Czar, beware!
We would have peace with honour;
Much, much for peace we'd give;
But England, shame upon her,
If she dishonoured live;
Think not of us so poorly;
No fear makes us forbear;
Once striking, we strike surely;
Beware, O Czar, beware!
Much, much for peace we'd give;
But England, shame upon her,
If she dishonoured live;
Think not of us so poorly;
No fear makes us forbear;
Once striking, we strike surely;
Beware, O Czar, beware!
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