When Bonaparte from Russia
Into Moscow went,
With his troops in full glee,
And their minds fully bent
To take the Russian country,
O, they were full employ'd,
But Russians fought against
Them and soon they were destroy'd.
The warlike lads of Russia,
They fought all in one mind;
Made Bonaparte to run and
Leave his troops behind.
When from Moscow City
the Russians did retreat,
Neither Boney nor his men
not any thing could get.
When from Moscow City
the Russians took flight,
They set the town on fire
and burnt it down that night.
The warlike lads of Russia,
they fought all in one mind;
Made Bonaparte to run and
leave his troops behind.
Burnt all away before them,
and every foot they set,
Lest Boney near his army
no shelter could they get.
Damn it, says bold Russia,
I'll have you in a crack.
I'll make you remember this
before you do get back.
The warlike lads of Russia,
they fought all in one mind;
Made Bonaparte to run and
leave his troops behind.
So in a little while, O, the
Russians did attack,
Against Boney and his
army, kill'd, took, and
drove 'em back.
But the action being so
hot, from right, left,
front, and rear,
O damn it, says poor Boney,
I'll stay no longer here.
The warlike lads of Russia,
they fought all in one mind;
Made Bonaparte to run and
leave his troops behind.
So off went Bonaparte as
hard as he could ride.
The poor Frenchmen looked
after him, saying, 'tis very hard
You should bring us all up
here, and leave us in such
a state. You ought to stop
along with us and share the
same fate.
The warlike lads of Russia,
they fought all in one mind;
Made Bonaparte to run and
leave his troops behind.
But away went Boney as hard
as he could run,
O'er hedges and ditches;
left horses, men, and guns.
His boxes and matches,
ammunition and waggons too,
He left them all behind him.
What else could he do?
The warlike lads of Russia,
they fought all in one mind;
Made Bonaparte to run and
leave his troops behind.
There full 80,000 men from me
they've kill'd or ta'en,
Besides 10,000 horses fine
and 200 pieces of cannon;
But yet I must to Paris.
To France I must advance,
For if I don't, I may be sure
they'll teach me how to dance.
The warlike lads of Russia,
they fought all in one mind;
Made Bonaparte to run and
leave his troops behind.
Now to conclude this wondrous
tale and finish my song,
Boney's men in Russia swore
they wish they'd hold of him.
The cruelest death they'd
put him to that e'er a man befell.
Stop, stop a bit, says Boney.
I'm now clear of you all.
The warlike lads of Russia,
they fought all in one mind;
Made Bonaparte to run and
leave his troops behind.