Loss of one HERO

                  ON THE

          Plains of Waterloo

Willson M'Call, Printer, t,Cartwright Place, Dyree-street

Come all you lovers that are true and cometan
Auned unto my mournful song,
Come pity my sad situation,
For in this world I can't live long.
All for the loss of my sweet William,
He is the lad I do adore,
But in the wars he has got wounded,
I never shall see sweet William more.

Then first my love was enlisted,
Hewent on board to cross the main,
And like a hero fought so boldly,
Though Portugal and Spain.
last decisive battle,
there was struck the fatal blow,
my sweet William was mortally wounded.
All on the plains of Waterloo.

My William to me a letter
As he lay bleeding in his gore,
Farewell, Na         barming creature,
Sever alive shall I see you more.
know that you fixed me dearly,
Though you have; inconstant been.
had lived to he it over,
Married to you I would have been

Farewell,, Nancy, charming creature,
My mortal breath I must resign,
know that thou didst love me dearly
But do not now for me repine.
farewell, vain world, I must give up,
And to all joys I bid adieu,
For here my shattered bones must moulder.
All on the plains of Waterloo.

My William was tall and handsome,
I speak no lies but tell the truth,
Near six feet high, made in proportion,
Indeed be was a clever youth.
Now Nancy she lies broken hearted,
She is full of sorrow, grief, aud woe,
An for the loss of her sweet William,
Who was killed at Waterloo.
did receive.
for me,




                    TUNE-" The mouth of the Nile"

You heroes of the day, who are vely, brave, and gay,
Only think of former champions by land and sea,
'Midst the battles force array, when cannons round did play,
Like hearts of oak they smil'd, and met their enemy.

The total pride of France, with his eagles did advance,
That hero came from Corsica, and proved himself a den,
Tho' Kings he did dethrone, and some thousands caused to great
Yet we miss the long lost Emperor, Napoleon.

Demean, Jarvis,and Lord Howe, long the ocean they did plough.
They fought the French, the Spaniards, aud the Danish fleet,
When she crimson gore did flow, then true courage they did she
They fought with desperation and never was beat.

The French did cry " Mon Dien!" while their decks to pieces flew,
The Spaniard did surrender, the Danish fleet was quite and
Bold Bony four on land, like an Emperor so grand,
And the soldiers cried " long life to Napoleon."

Then she Norfolk hero bold, he was never brush'd by gold,
Great honour toLord Nelson, now a long time deed,
Copenhagen, and the Nile, he led them rank and file
But, alas' at Trafalgar, he fell and bled;

When Captain Hardy, he aid his duty so free,
And Collingwood he acted like a true Britannia's son,
He made a dreadful crash, and their enemies did the
But I must now tell the deeds of Napoleon.

Then Bony is a rage did his enemies engage,
And 'twas onthe Peninsula he declar'd a was|
man covered his men, like the counell of t
When he Was at Valenciennes and Vitterin

Then at Buraoco hill, where the blood would tarn a
But whence to Egypt he did go, but soon away did run,
To France he went again, and rose a powerful train,
How " Come on to Moscow," eried Napoleon,

Twas over the Alps so wild, he led his men and smil'd,
Over hills and lofty mountains, and a barren plain ;
When Moscow was in view, they their trumpet loudly
But soon it turn'd their joy to grief and pa

For Bony in amaze, beheld Moscow blaze,
Then his gallant array vanish'd like snow before the sea
To France he went near cras'd, and another army rais'd
Now " Come on to death or glory," cried Napoleon.

Than he away France, with his army did adverse
He made the Dutch and <Germans before him by,
And then at Quatre Bras, he let loose the dogs of
Where many thousand Prussians did fall and d

And then at Waterloo, many thousands he
C sing many a motherto weep for her son—
Many a maid to shed a tear for her lover so
Who died in the bachlor of Napoleon.

Tho'se bravely he fought, he at Waterloo was bought,
He was took an St.. Helena, where he pined and died;
Long time he there did lay, till Scolt did come this way,
To beg the bones of Ruonaparte. the Freshman's pride

Oh! him back as it will same she Freshman's p
And in a tomb of monte we will lay him with his son
We will his with the the he has
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