[Verbyganger]

вторник, 31 января 2023 в 13:49

Пишет hound:

Перекапывая газетки нашла прекрасное.
Песенка про Джона Булля и русского Медведя, где-то то ли 1854 то ли 1855. Просто в сети ее не найдешь, это мне попался какой-то полуслепой скан в какой-то архивной коллекции песен. Но мне даже не лень было его распознать. Получилось почти точно, там может пара слов не совсем корректна.

Это британская сатира, очень злая причем, на самих себя.
Суть в том, что вот, нам говорят, что злой русский медведь на нас щаз каак нападет, но мы ничего, мы сейчас выставим хромых, косых, а также баб и старушек и злого медведя заборем.

JOHN BUL AND THE BEAR.

The Russian are coming to England they say,
Get ready old women they're now on their way,
Be true to your colors end laugh at the joke,
The militia will give them the finishing stroke.
John Bull has a eye to the bucket I wean, '
And every young woman that is over sixteen,
Hast be fitted out with a bayonet and gun,
And march with the sound of the pipe and the drum.


Chorus:
The Russians are coming to England they say,
Get ready old women they're now on their way.
Be tree to your colors and laugh at the joke,
The militia will give them the finishing stroke.

The Russians are coming it is their intent.
To take Bullock Smithey, Chatmoss and Chowbent,
But never mind trifles don’t die in despair,
Well soon put an end to the great Russian bear,
There are ten thousand tailors whose courage won't fall.
And ten thousand women to cut off his tall, |
All mounted on donkeys It will be a five sight.
With bodkins and bustles lause bow they will fight

The Russians are coming If they get the chance,
But they are well guarded by England and France,
They’ll make the wild Russians to weep without hope,
And bury their bones in the bay of Sinope.
But let us be reedy prepare for the rush,
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush,
And if the wild Russians in England arrived,
We’ll meet them in Wigan and shave them alive.

The Russians are coming I’ll have you to know,
Neither head ache nor tooth ache or pain in the toe,
If you have but one eye one leg or the gout,
Shall ever prevent you to join in the rout,
To war yon must go and battle prepare,
To tickle the nose of the old Russian bear,
We’ll pull down his courage I tell you quite plain,
And play him a tune called do it again,

The Russians are coming in water tight boots,
They want seven thousand of Preston recruits,
With pitch forks and pokers they’ll march to the field,
Led on to the battle commanded by Heild,
While Bolton and Bury they'll bring up the rare,
The Blackburn lasses will muzzle the bear,
They’ll make the wild Russians in sorrow lament,
And soon ball him off with a 11 per cent.

Pretty maidens that is willing to follow the drum,
Now pull up your stockings the time it is come,
And all you old ladles that are willing to list
Can have two and ninepense shoved into your fist,
With a belt and a bayonet and coat scarlet red,
A fine hat and feather to stick on your head.
And when in the battle you safely have got,
Sing fire away mick with your tin iron pot

И еще вариант про Шотландию, с наездом на лорда Абердина, который слишком хорошо относился к русским. Ага. Все то же самое.

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