Plains of Waterloo (3) Come all you brisk and lively lads, come listen unto me While I relate how I have fought through the wars of Germany I have fought through Spain, through Portugal, through France and Flanders, too But it's little I thought I'd be reserved for the plains of Waterloo On the eigtheenth day of June, brave boys, as you shall now soon hear And the drums and fifes they played so sweet, we knew the French were near There was Boney with his gallant troops, his numbers being not few He boldly went and pitched his tents on the plains of Waterloo. There was Wellington, our countryman, he commanded us that day While Boney commanded the Prussian troops, he swore would gain the day The French they gained the first two days and would the third one, too While Blucher deceived poor Boneparte on the plains of Waterloo. It would fill your heart with grief, brave boys, for to see those Frenchmen's wives Likewise their little children with tears flowing from their eyes Crying, "Mother dear, o mother, we shall forever rue The day we lost our dear fathers on the plains of Waterloo." It's manys the river I've crossed o'er through water and through mud And it's manys the battle I've fought through with my ankles deep in mud But Providence being kind to me in all that I've come through 'Twas there we pitched our last campaign on the plains of Waterloo. DT #547 Laws J3 From MacKenzie, Ballads and Sea Songs From Nova Scotia Collected from Harry Sutherland of River John, NS Grieg reported that this was said to be written by John Robertson, a bugler in the 92nd Highlanders [WRM] SOF apr97
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