Chorus. I’m, &c.
I love Queen Victoria, I dearly adore her,
Although at Vienna I did her displease;
I wish all the Russians and Austrians and Prussians
Were tied in a blanket, and smothered with fleas.
Oh dear, hey down diddle, I have the Scotch fiddle,
I know that I caught it of old Aberdeen,—
Now I will so clever sing England for ever,
Down with the Russians, and God save the Queen.
Chorus. I’m, &c.