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It was over that wild beaten track 'twas said a friend of Bonaparte's
Did pace the sands & the lofty rocks of St Helena's shore
& the wind it blew a hurricane, the lightnin' fierce around did dart
The seagulls were a-shriekin' & the waves around did roar
Ah hush, rude winds, the stranger cried, while I range the spot
Where alas the gallant hero did his weary eyelids close
& though at peace his limbs do rest, his name will never be forgot
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Oh, alas, he cried, why England did you persecute that hero bold?
Much better had you slain him on the plains of Waterloo
For Napoleon he was a friend 2 heroes all, both young & old
He caused the money for 2 fly wherever he did go
When plans were formin' night & day, the bold commander 2 betray
He said, I'll go 2 Moscow & there I'll ease my woes
& if fortune smiles on me that day, then all the world shall me obey
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Oh his men in thousands then did rise 2 conquer Moscow by surprise
He led his troops across the Alps oppressed by frost & snow
& bein' near the Russian land, he then began 2 open his eyes
For Moscow was ablazin' & the men drove 2 & fro
Napoleon dauntless viewed the plain & then in anguish at the same
He cried, Retreat me gallant men, for time so swiftly goes
Ah what thousands died in that retreat, some forced their horses for 2 eat
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At Waterloo they bravely fought, commanded by this Bonaparte
Field Marshall Ney did him betray, but he was bribed by gold
& when Blucher led the Prussians, it nearly broke Napoleon's heart
He cried, my thirty thousand men are lost, & I am sold
He viewed the plain & cried, all's lost, & then his favorite charger crossed
The plain was in confusion with blood & dyin' woes
& the bunch of roses did advance & boldly entered into France
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Oh, this Bonaparte was planned 2 be a prisoner across the sea
The rocks of St Helena, oh, it was his final spot
& as a prisoner there 2 be till death did end his misery
His son soon followed 2 the tomb: it was an awful plot
& long enough have they been dead, the blast of war around us spread
& may our shippin' float again 2 face the darin' foes
& now my boys when honour calls we'll boldly mount those wooden walls
This grand conversation on Napoleon arose