A RUSSIAN WAR SONG.
We're coming, Alexander, at least a million more, From Kaniveshaeja's liav, and Obskalngouba's shore; From Kurakousku's frozen wild, from Tymskaia's plain, We're marching, Alexander, with all our might and main. From fratmousckino's forests, from Tchernorbeskoi's vale, From Wassigoubska's blooming fields, from Thuskia's dale, From Kakumajora's village, from Moidoucharki's isl". We're coming, Alexander, the weary rank and file. From polysyllabic villages we're marching gaily down, And we re going to rot in Turkey to gild anew your crown ; Wo'ro on to Adrianoplo, and fair Stamboul And we're lieadecl by some Gonoral whoso name no tonguo can speak. From provinces and districts, whose names before the eye, Look like an algebraic problem all tumbled into " pio " Tho "arolows" and " offskies," " "ells," and "oil's," and " vitches," For Holy Church and pious Czar will die to Turkish ditches! —" Court Circular."
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Samoa Times and South Sea Gazette, Issue 7, 17 November 1877, Page 3
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140A RUSSIAN WAR SONG. Samoa Times and South Sea Gazette, Issue 7, 17 November 1877, Page 3
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