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Sebastopol is Low!
1855.
How eagerly we listen
For the tidings which, we know,
Must thunder from the Euxine—
Of the Russian's overthrow,
Of the struggle, of the carnage,
Redly heaping friend on foe—
When the last assault is over
And Sebastopol is low!
For the tidings which, we know,
Must thunder from the Euxine—
Of the Russian's overthrow,
Of the struggle, of the carnage,
Redly heaping friend on foe—
When the last assault is over
And Sebastopol is low!
Think ye we fight for glory?
We won it long ago!
Or for a wider empire?
No—by our honour—no!
But we fight for Freedom's empire—
And that shall wider grow,
When the last assault is over,
And Sebastopol is low!
We won it long ago!
Or for a wider empire?
No—by our honour—no!
But we fight for Freedom's empire—
And that shall wider grow,
When the last assault is over,
And Sebastopol is low!
O'er the nations darkly pining
In serfdom's night of woe,
See! the clouds are being scattered,
And the dawn begins to glow!
And the lark of Freedom—singing—
Through sunny skies shall go,
When the last assault is over,
And Sebastopol is low!
In serfdom's night of woe,
See! the clouds are being scattered,
And the dawn begins to glow!
And the lark of Freedom—singing—
Through sunny skies shall go,
When the last assault is over,
And Sebastopol is low!
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Hark! heard ye not those boomings,
Repeated deep and slow?
'Tis the voice of Freedom's triumph—
It is struck—the glorious blow!
And all through merry England
Brave songs, to-night, shall flow;
For the last assault is over,
And Sebastopol is low!
Repeated deep and slow?
'Tis the voice of Freedom's triumph—
It is struck—the glorious blow!
And all through merry England
Brave songs, to-night, shall flow;
For the last assault is over,
And Sebastopol is low!
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