The hearts of oak thundered, their guns had began,
As hearts of oak only ball’d at the Redan;
The French blaz’d away with courage so cool,
Now England and France has Sebastopol.
The Russian bears did grumble and said it is no joke
To smother in rubbish with powder and smoke,
And to be without water our thirst for to quench,
When a thundering big bomb shell came in from the French,
They all turned dizzy some spued and some spit,
And the Russian commander in his breeches did s—t,