THE MARCH TO MOSCOW. The Emperor Nap he would set off On a summer excursion to Moscow; The fields were green, and the sky was blue, What a pleasant excursion to Moscow! Four hundred thousand men and more Princes a few, and Kings one or two; While the fields are so green, and the sky so blue, What a pleasant excursion to Moscow' There was Junot and Augereau, Heigh-ho for Moscow ! Dombrowsky and Poniatowsky, Marshal Ney, lack-a-day! General Rapp, and the Emperor Nap; Southey. While the fields were so green, and the sky so blue, Nothing would do For the whole of this crew, But they must be marching to Moscow. The Emperor Nap he talked so big That he frightened Mr. Roscoe. John Bull, he cries, if you'll be wise, Ask the Emperor Nap if he will please To grant you peace, upon your knees, Because he is going to Moscow ! He'll make all the Poles come out of their holes, And he'll certainly march to Moscow! And Counsellor Brougham was all in a fume And the great Fee-Faw-Fum With a hop, step, and jump, unto London. Do it he could, and do it he would, Mr. Jeffrey said so, who must certainly know, They all of them knew Mr. Jeffrey's Review, It served them for Law and for Gospel too. But the Russians stoutly they turned to Nap had to fight his way all through; And so he got to Moscow. He found the place too warm for him, To get there had cost him much ado, And then no better course he knew, While the fields were green, and the sky was blue, Morbleu! Parbleu! But to march back again from Moscow. The Russians they stuck close to him And Karatschkowitch, And all the others that end in itch; And Schepaleff, And all the others that end in eff; Wasiltschikoff, Kostomaroff, And all the others that end in off; And all the others that end in effsky; And all the others that end in offsky; And, last of all, an Admiral came, They were on the left and on the right, When parlez vous no more would do, And then came on the frost and snow, The wind and the weather he found, in that hour, What a horrible journey from Moscow ! What then thought the Emperor Nap Why, I ween he thought it small delight, And so, not knowing what else to do, When the fields were so white, and the sky so blue, He stole away, I tell you true, - Upon the road from Moscow. 'Tis myself, quoth he, I must mind most; So the Devil may take the hindmost. Too cold upon the road was he; Too hot had he been at Moscow; But colder and hotter he may be, For the grave is colder than Moscow; And a place there is to be kept in view, Where the fire is red, and the brimstone blue, Which he must go to, If the Pope say true, If he does not in time look about him; He may have for his Host; He has reckoned too long without him; He won't leave him there alone with his glory; For from thence there is no stealing away, QUICK MOVEMENT. THE CATARACT OF LODORE. "How does the Water Come down at Lodore?" My little boy ask'd me Anon at the word, Robert Southey. There first came one daughter, And then came another, To second and third The request of their brother, They had seen it before. To them and the King. From its sources which well In the mountains, Its rills and its gills; 1hrough moss and through brake, It runs and it creeps For awhile, till it sleeps In its own little Lake. And thence at departing, Awakening and starting, It runs through the reeds, And away it proceeds, Through meadow and glade, In sun and in shade, And through the wood-shelter, Here it comes sparkling, Till in this rapid race |