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The Emperor Nap he would set off	A
On a summer excursion to Moscow	B
The fields were green and the sky was blue	C
Morbleu Parbleu	C
What a splendid excursion to Moscow	B
	-
Four hundred thousand men and more	D
Must go with him to Moscow	B
There were Marshals by the dozen	E
And Dukes by the score	D
Princes a few and Kings one or two	C
While the fields are so green and the sky so blue	C
Morbleu Parbleu	C
What a pleasant excursion to Moscow	B
	-
There was Junot and Augereau	D
Heigh ho for Moscow	B
Dombrowsky and Poniatowsky	B
Marshall Ney lack a day	F
General Rapp and the Emperor Nap	G
Nothing would do	C
While the fields were so green and the sky so blue	C
Morbleu Parbleu	C
Nothing would do	C
For the whole of his crew	C
But they must be marching to Moscow	B
	-
The Emperor Nap he talk'd so big	B
That he frighten'd Mr Roscoe	B
John Bull he cries if you'll be wise	H
Ask the Emperor Nap if he will please	I
To grant you peace upon your knees	I
Because he is going to Moscow	B
He'll make all the Poles come out of their holes	J
And beat the Russians and eat the Prussians	J
For the fields are green and the sky is blue	C
Morbleu Parbleu	C
And he'll certainly march to Moscow	B
And Counsellor Brougham was all in a fume	K
At the thought of the march to Moscow	B
The Russians he said they were undone	E
And the great Fee Faw Fum	K
Would presently come	K
With a hop step and jump unto London	E
For as for his conquering Russia	J
However some persons might scoff it	L
Do it he could do it he would	M
And from doing it nothing would come but good	M
And nothing could call him off it	L
Mr Jeffrey said so who must certainly know	B
For he was the Edinburgh Prophet	N
They all of them knew Mr Jeffrey's Review	C
Which with Holy Writ ought to be reckon'd	O
It was through thick and thin to its party true	C
Its back was buff and its sides were blue	C
Morbleu Parbleu	C
It served them for law and for gospel too	C
	-
But the Russians stoutly they turned to	C
Upon the road to Moscow	B
Nap had to fight his way all through	C
They could fight though they could not parlez vous	C
But the fields were green and the sky was blue	C
Morbleu Parbleu	C
And so he got to Moscow	B
	-
He found the place too warm for him	K
For they set fire to Moscow	B
To get there had cost him much ado	C
And then no better course he knew	C
While the fields were green and the sky was blue	C
Morbleu Parbleu	C
But to march back again from Moscow	B
	-
The Russians they stuck close to him	K
All on the road from Moscow	B
There was Tormazow and Jemalow	C
And all the others that end in ow	B
Milarodovitch and Jaladovitch	P
And Karatschkowitch	P
And all the others that end in itch	P
Schamscheff Souchosaneff	C
And Schepaleff	C
And all the others that end in eff	C
Wasiltschikoff Kotsomaroff	C
And Tchoglokoff	C
And all the others that end in off	C
Rajeffsky and Novereffsky	B
And Rieffsky	B
And all the others that end in effsky	B
Oscharoffsky and Rostoffsky	B
And all the others that end in offsky	B
And Platoff he play'd them off	C
And Shouvaloff he shovell'd them off	C
And Markoff he mark'd them off	C
And Krosnoff he cross'd them off	C
And Touchkoff he touch'd them off	C
And Boroskoff he bored them off	C
And Kutousoff he cut them off	C
And Parenzoff he pared them off	C
And Worronzoff he worried them off	C
And Doctoroff he doctor'd them off	C
And Rodinoff he flogg'd them off	C
And last of all an Admiral came	K
A terrible man with a terrible name	K
A name which you all know by sight very well	C
But which no one can speak and no one can spell	C
They stuck close to Nap with all their might	Q
They were on the left and on the right	Q
Behind and before and by day and by night	Q
He would rather parlez vous than fight	Q
But he look'd white and he look'd blue	C
Morbleu Parbleu	C
When parlez vous no more would do	C
For they remember'd Moscow	B
	-
And then came on the frost and snow	B
All on the road from Moscow	B
The wind and the weather he found in that hour	D
Cared nothing for him nor for all his power	D
For him who while Europe crouch'd under his rod	R
Put his trust in his Fortune and not in his God	R
Worse and worse every day the elements grew	C
The fields were so white and the sky was so blue	C
Sacrebleu Ventrebleu	C
What a horrible journey from Moscow	B
	-
What then thought the Emperor Nap	G
Upon the road from Moscow	B
Why I ween he thought it small delight	Q
To fight all day and to freeze all night	Q
And he was besides in a very great fright	Q
For a whole skin he liked to be in	S
And so not knowing what else to do	C
When the fields were so white and the sky so blue	C
Morbleu Parbleu	C
He stole away I tell you true	C
Upon the road from Moscow	B
'Tis myself quoth he I must mind most	T
So the devil may take the hindmost	T
	-
Too cold upon the road was he	U
Too hot had he been at Moscow	B
But colder and hotter he may be	U
For the grave is colder than Moscovy	C
And a place there is to be kept in view	C
Where the fire is red and the brimstone blue	C
Morbleu Parbleu	C
Which he must go to	C
If the Pope say true	C
If he does not in time look about him	K
Where his namesake almost	T
He may have for his Host	T
He has reckon'd too long without him	K
If that Host get him in Purgatory	U
He won't leave him there alone with his glory	U
But there he must stay for a very long day	T
For from thence there is no stealing away	T
As there was on the road from Moscow	B

Robert Southey

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