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                The Plains of


THE ancient sons of glory were all great men, they say,
And we, in future story, shall be as great as they;
Our noble fathers' valiant sons shall conquer every foe,
And long shall fame their names proclaim, who fought at

At ten o'clock on Sunday the bloody fray began ;
It raged hot from that moment till the setting of the sun;
My pen, I'm sure, cann't half relate the glory of that day ;
We fought the French at Waterloo, and made them run

Or he eighteenth day of Jane, eighteen hundred and
Path horse and foot they did advance, most glorious to
be seen,
Both horse and foot they did advance, and the bugle horn
did blow,
The sons of France were made to dance, on the plains of

Our cavalry advanced with true and valiant hearts,
Our infantry and artillery did nobly play their parts ;
While the small arms did rattle, and great guns did roar ,
And many a valiant soldier bold lay bleeding in his gore.

The Frence dogs made a bold attack in front of Moun
St. Jean,
Two of their best battalions thought the village for to gain
Our infantry firstcharged them and made them face about,
Sir William, with his heavy brigade soon put them to the

As for Sir William Ponsenby, I am sorry to say,
Leading the Inniskillen dragoons, he met his fate that da-
But our dragoons, with sword in hand, soon cut their
mour through,
And shew'd, that day, at Waterloo, what Britons they
could do.

Napoleon, like a fighting cock, far mounted on a cat,
He much did wish to represent great Mars, the god of war
On a high platform he did stand, and loudly he did crow
He dropp'd his wings and turn'd his tail to us at Waterloo
The fertile field of Brabant, shall long recorded be,
Where Britons fought for honour and Belgie liberty:
The sovereign of the Netherlands, he very well does know,
For his honour and his country we fought at Waterloo.

The prince of Orange the hussars and right wing did com-
And sure a prince more valiant ne'er took a sword in hand:
His highness wounded was that day, while charging th
haughty foe :
And long shall fame their names proclaim, who fought at

The valiant Duke of Brunswick fell in the field that day,
And many a valiant officer dropp'd in the awful fray,
And many British soldiers lay, wounded, in their gore,
Upon the plains of Waterloo, where thundering cannons

Lord Wellington commanded us, all on that glorious day
When many poor brave soldiers in Death's cold arm did
Where small arms they did rattle and cannons loudly roar,
At Waterloo, where Frenchmen their fate did much de-

As for General Paget, Marquis of Anglesea,
The commander of the brigade of British cavalry,
His honour most conspicuous shone wherever he did go
A limb he lost in gallant charge that day at Waterloo.

Brave General Hill, so much renowned, commanded the
left wing,
And with his British hearts of oak destruction he did bring.
Brave Picton,of heroic fame, his squadron on he drew,
Where sublime his deeds shall shine in fame at Waterloo

Now tender husbands here have left their wives to mourn,
And children, weeping, cry, When will our dads return ?
Our country will dry up their tears, we feel rejoiced to
They will reward each soldier bold that fought at Waterloo.

When Bonaparte he did perceive the vict'ry we had won,
He did lament in bitter tears, saying, O my darling son,
I will set off for Paris straight, and have him crown'd also
Before they hear of my defeat on the plains of Waterloo.

So unto George our gracious king, my voice I mean to raise.
And to all gallant commanders I wish to sing their praise
The Duke of York and family and Wellington also,
And the soldiers brave that fought that day, on the plain
of Waterloo.

So let us raise our voice to God, who did the vict'ry giv
And may we all remember him, as long as we do live:
To God above give all the praise, and we'll remember
He gave to us the victory on the plains of Waterloo.

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