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When Bonaparte from Poland into Muscovy went
With all his troops and all his men, their minds were fully bent
For to take the Russian country, oh, they were full employ'd
But the Russians fought against them and they soon did them destroy

Oh, the warlike lads of Russia, oh, they fought all in one mind
Made Bonaparte to run and leave his troops behind

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Now when from Muscovy City, oh, the Russians did retreat
Neither Bonaparte nor all his men not any thing could get
When from Muscovy City, oh, the Russians took their flight
They set the town on fire and they burnt it down that night

Oh, the warlike lads of Russia, oh, they fought all in one mind
Made Bonaparte to run and leave his troops behind

Now in a little while, oh, the Russians did attack
Against Bonaparte and all his men,
they killed and took and drove 'em back
But the action being so hot, from right and left and front and rear
"Oh, damn you," says poor Bonaparte, "I'll stay no longer here."

Oh, the warlike lads of Russia, oh, they fought all in one mind
Made Bonaparte to run and leave his troops behind

And away then went poor Bonaparte as fast as he could ride
And the poor Frenchmen looked after him, saying, "Oh it's very hard
But to think you'd lead us all up here, and leave us to our fate
Oh, you ought to stop along with us and help us in our state."

Oh, the warlike lads of Russia, oh, they fought all in one mind
Made Bonaparte to run and leave his troops behind

And away then went poor Bonaparte as fast as he could run
Over hedges and o'er ditches; he left horses, men, and guns
His boxes and his matches, ammunition waggons too
He left them all behind him; what else could poor Boney do?

Oh, the warlike lads of Russia, oh, they fought all in one mind
Made Bonaparte to run and leave his troops behind

Says he, "80,000 men from me they've kill'd and they've taken
Besides 10,000 horses fine and 200 pieces of cannon
And never more to Paris or French land I dare advance
For if I do, I may be sure they'll teach me how to dance."

Oh, the warlike lads of Russia, oh, they fought all in one mind
Made Bonaparte to run and leave his troops behind

So it's to conclude and thus to try and finish off my song
Oh, Boney's men in Russia swear they wish they'd hold of him
And the cruelest death they'd put him to that e'er a man befell
"Oh, curse you," says poor Bonaparte. "I'm clear of you all."

Oh, the warlike lads of Russia, oh, they fought all in one mind
Made Bonaparte to run and leave his troops behind

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