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Show Charge. Charge, doughty Japs, those polar pirates, freighted freight-ed from the snow, Smite the stern .be-bearded heathen from Kukden to far Yang-po; As you dash upon their thousands like the demons of the gale No fusllade shall halt ye and no squadron shall avail; Make the bleak Manchurian borders quake with war's resonant shock; Till the din shall startle Niu-Chvang and shake Vladivastock. And you saffron-visaged fusileers, how vastly we shall cheer, If you'll chop the "Vitskys" from their names and strew them in the mere. In the fairy land of blossoms blooms a redder, dripping rose; Ye shall wear it in the music of the fleeing of your foes; Ye know the flre of war's alarms, the tempest of his tone, What soul has heard and not to love that wild diapason. Pray not with feeble voice to win the glories of the fray; The squadron's voice is louder far, let ye the muskets mus-kets pray. Stay not until each craven Slav has fled to Baltic snows Where polar bears keep vigils and the sun at half-mast half-mast glows; But first unheard the Cossack biave retain the breezy friskers And a trophy rear in Korea a monument of whiskers. N. |