The vision of Napoleon appeared at my bed side,
He said that by my subjects he had been greatly belied,
But now, said he, I’ll be revenged, I’ll quickly make you rue,
And I’ll take away the laurels that were won at Waterloo.
When the vision of Napoleon, from my view did disappear,
To escape the French, I thought that we came to lodge here,
I thought that we were so held down, by cursed poverty,
That I was forc’d to labour hard in a cotton factory.
Prince Albert, he stood quite amazed, and listened to the Queen,
And said, dear Vic, I little thought that you had such a dream,
Cheer up your heart, don’t look so sad, you need not be afraid,
For I’m sure the French will ne’er attempt, Old England to invade.
The Queen to Albert then replied, I have not told you all,
For I dream’t that Lord John Russell, altho’ but very small,
Just like a Briton bold, then so nobly did advance,
And with his fist, knocked out the eye, of the Emperor of France.
I dreamed that I was weaving on a pair of patent looms,
And I thought that you were going through the streets a-selling brooms,
And I thought our blooming Prince of Wales was selling milk and cream,
But, Albert dear, when I awoke, it was nothing but a dream.
Indeed, said Albert, dream no more, you fill my heart with pain,
And I hope that you will never have such frightful dreams again,
We’ve English and Irish soldiers, we can conquer all our foes,
So, whenever you dream again Vic, pray don’t you pull my nose.
LOVELY ALBERT.[56]
The Turkish War, both near and far,
Has played the very deuce then,
And little Al, the royal pal,
They say, he has turned a Russian;
Old Aberdeen, as may be seen,
Looks woeful pale and yellow,
And Old John Bull has his belly full
Of dirty Russian Tallow.
Chorus.
We’ll send him home and make him groan,
Oh, Al, you’ve played the deuce then,
The German lad has acted sad,
And turned tail with the Russian.