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Buonaparte he would set out
For a summer excursion to Moscow;
The fields were green, and the sky was blue,—
Morbleu! Parbleu!
What a pleasant excursion to Moscow!
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Four hundred thousand men and more—
Heigh ho! for Moscow!
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There were marshals by the dozen, and dukes by the
score,
Princes a few, and kings one or two,
While the fields were so green and the sky so blue—
Morbleu! Parbleu!
What a pleasant excursion to Moscow!
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Heigh ho! for Moscow!
Dombrowsky and Poniatowsky,
General Rapp and the Emperor
Nap.
Nothing would do—
While the fields were so green and the sky so blue—
Morbleu! Parbleu!
But they must be marching to Moscow.
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But then the Russians they turned to,
All on the road to Moscow.
Nap. had to fight his way all thro’;
They could fight, but they could not “parlez
vous.”
But the fields were green and the sky was blue—
Morbleu! Parbleu!
And so he got to Moscow.
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But they made the place too hot for him
(For they set fire to Moscow);
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!
Than to march back again from Moscow.
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The Russians they stuck close to him,
All on the road from Moscow:
There was Tormazow and
Jemabow,
And all others that end in ow;
Rajesky and Noverefsky,
And all the others that end in efsky:
Schamscheff, Souchosaneff,
and Schepeleff,
And all the others that end in eff;
Wasiltchikoff, Kostomaroff,
and Tchoglokoff,
And all the others that end in off:
Milaradovitch, Jaladovitch,
and Karatichkowitch,
And all the others that end in itch:
Oscharoffsy, and Rostoffsky,
and Kazatichkoffsky,
And all the others that end in offsky:
And last of all an admiral came,
A terrible man with a terrible name,
A name which you all must know very well;
Nobody can speak and nobody can spell:
And Platoff he
play’d them off,
And Markoff he mark’d them
off
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And Tutchkoff he touch’d
them off,
And Kutousoff he cut them off,
And Woronzoff he worried them off,
And Dochtoroff he doctor’d
them off,
And Rodinoff he flogged them off:
They stuck to them with all their might;
They were on the left and on the right,
Behind and before, and by day and by night,
Nap. would rather “parlez vous” than fight,
But “parlez vous” no more would do—
Morbleu! Parbleu!
For they remembered Moscow!
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And then came on the frost and snow,
All on the road from Moscow;
The Emperor Nap. found as he went
That he was not quite omnipotent;
And worse and worse the weather grew,
The fields were so white and the sky so blue—
Sacrebleu! Ventrebleu!
What a terrible journey from Moscow!
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“The Devil take the hindmost,
All on the road from Moscow!”
Quoth Nap., who thought it was no
delight
To fight all day and to freeze all night;
And so not knowing what else to do,
When the fields were white and the sky so blue—
Morbleu! Parbleu!
He stole away—I tell you true—
All on the road from Moscow!
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’Twas as much too cold upon the road
As it was too hot at Moscow;
But there is a place which he must go to—
Where the fire is red and the brimstone blue—
Morbleu! Parbleu!
He’ll find it hotter than Moscow!
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