The Battle of Waterloo!

William M'call, Printer, Cartwright Place Liverpool - Shops and Hawkers supplied.

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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
Waterloo.

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

On the eighteenth day of June, eighteen hundred and
fifteen,
Both 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
Waterloo.

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 par,
And many a valiant soldier bold lay bleeding in his gore.

The French dogs made a bold attack in front of Mount
Two of their best battalions thought the village for to gain,
Our infantry first charged them and made them face about,
Sir William, with his heavy brigade soon put them to the
rout.

As for William Ponsonby, I'm sorry for to say,
Leading the Inniskillen dragoons he met his fate that day ;
I saw him of his brigade he fell, which grieves me very sore
In front of line as I passed by with many thousands more.

Curassiers so nobly fought, arm'd in coats of steel,
into us did advance, thinking to make us yield.
But our dragoons with sword in hand, soon cut their
armour through,
And shew'd that day at Waterloo, what Britons they
could do.

Napoleon, like a fighting cock, far mounted on a car,
He much did wish to represent great Mars, the god of war,
On a high platform he did stand, and loudly did he 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 Belgic liberty;
The sovereign of 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
mand,
And sure a Prince more valiant ne'er took a sword in
His highness wounded was that day, while charging
haughty foe,
And long shall fame their names proclaim, who fought
Waterloo.

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 cannon
roar.

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

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 he did destruction 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
know.
They will reward each soldier bold who fought at Waterloo

When Bonaparte he did perceive the victory we had won.
He did lament in bitter tears, saying O my darling son,
I will set off for Paris straight, and have him crowned 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 plains
of Waterloo.

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

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