A New Song
“G. F. S.”
The Courier (December 27, 1800)
To the tune of "The tight little island."
Tho' of Emp'rors and Kings, and all such fine things,
Historians and novelists bawl-o;
Yet none e'er shone in store, with half so much glory,
As the great Russian Emperor Paul-o.
Then oh! sing of Emperor Paul-o, magnanimous Emperor
No one ever was known so deserving the throne,
As the valorous Emperor Paul-o!
When a promise he made, that he France would
And soon humble ev'ry
Ev'ry one 'gan to raise his weak voice in the
Of our ally, the great
What a friend was the Emperor Paul-o, quite a bulwark was
And 'twas every one's sure hope, the Saviour of Europe
Would be found in the Emperor Paul-o!
Just when he was so hearty, up jumps Bonaparte,
For in truth, Sir, his
hopes were quite small-o;
Yet by dint of intrigue, he soon broke up the
Between us and the Emperor
Oh faithless Emperor Paul-o! Changeable Emperor Paul-o!
It must raise our surprise to hear so many lies
From his Honour the Emperor Paul-o.
Then he fram'd a pretence, without reason or
To make us give Malta
For he thought that his might would put Britons
As he was the great Master
No, no, my dear sweet Master Paul-o, you're quite in the
We're too much enlighten'd to be at all frighten'd
By the threats of the Emperor Paul-o,
Upon this he began to enlist every man,
And his troops all together
And his messengers far-go to lay an embargo,
By orders of Emperor Paul-o:
For says he, I'm the Emperor Paul-o; they shall suffer
And my standard unfurl'd shall astonish the world,
For there's war between Britain and Paul-o!
So it's in contemplation to make proclamation
To our Admirals, both
short, Sir, and tall-o,
To seize on his fleet, the moment they see't,
And retaliate on Emperor
So take care, my dear Emperor Paul-o; you'll repent of
For if we send Nelson, he surely will tell soon,
Some news of the vessels of Paul-o.
Oxfordshire, 19th Dec.