For he had got the skitters with Johnny Bull’s pills,
Our shot is the doctors that find out their ills.
At last they retreated, these bears from their den,
They got nearly roasted with shot and with shell,
Dingdong they did trot unto to the North side,
If they’d stopt any longer we’d have tickled their hides,
The Russian commander these words he did say,
We must now all hook it without more delay,
We can stop no longer in Sebastopol;
If we do they will choke us with long iron tools.