WE DON'T WANT TO FIGHT
(McDermott's War Song - a.k.a. The Jingo Song)
 
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The ‘Dogs of war' are loose and the rugged Russian Bear
Full bent on blood and robbery, has crawled out of his lair
It seems a thrashing now and then, will never help to tame
That brute, and so he's bent upon the ‘same old game'
The Lion did his best to find him some excuse
To crawl back to his den again, all efforts were no use
He hungered for his victim; he's pleased when blood is shed
But let us hope his crimes may all recoil on his own head.

Chorus: We don't want to fight but by Jingo if we do
We've got the ships, we've got the men' we've got the money too
We've fought the bear before, and while we're Britons true
The Russians shall not have Constantinople.


The Turk has got his faults; of crime he bears the taint
The Russians like sly Reynard, pretends to be a saint
‘Tis all for Christianity the heathen Turk he'll fight
Although' when told, and pretty plain, two wrongs don't make a right
As peacemaker Old England her very utmost tried
The Russians said they wanted peace, but then the Russians lied
Of carnage and of trickery they'll have sufficient feast
Ere they dare to think of coming near our Road unto the East.

Chorus:

The misdeeds of the Turks have been ‘spouted thro' all the lands
But how about the Russians, can they show spotless hands?
They slaughtered well at Khitva, in Siberia icy cold
How many subjects done to death will ne'er perhaps be told
They butchered the Circassians, man, woman, yes and child
With cruelties their Generals their murderous hours beguiled
And poor unhappy Poland their cruel yoke must bear
Whilst prey's for Freedom and Revenge go up into the air.

Chorus:

May he who ‘gan the quarrel soon have to bite the dust
The Turk should be thrice armed for he hath his quarrel just
‘Tis said that countless thousands should die thro' cruel war
But let us hope most fervently ere long it will be o'er
Let them be warned, Old England is brave old England still
We've proved our might; we've claimed our right and ever will
Should we have to draw our sword our way to victory we'll forge
With the battle cry of Britons, ‘Old England and Saint George'.
 
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Written and composed by G.W.Hunt - 1877
Performed by G.H. McDermott (1845-1901)
 
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