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Come all you loyal lovers, I pray you to draw near |
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To listen to verse or two I mean to let you hear. |
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In the praises of a worthy youth who's honest, fair and true, |
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Who fought through Spain and Portugal and fell at Waterloo. |
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The young man that I sing about is proper tall and trim, |
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His body like the wax work, there's few could equal him. |
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His cheeks they were a rosy-red, his eyes the deep, dark blue. |
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With my charming fair, none could compare on the Plains of Waterloo. |
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When the fight was at its fiercest they fought with hearts and will, |
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When guns did loudly rattle and shot and shell did kill. |
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My love he fell a victim 'mongst the thousands that they slew. |
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Far from his own to hear him moan on the Plains of Waterloo. |
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My love he lay the whole night long, my love he lay in pain. |
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When the war was spread, he raised his head, and daylight came again. |
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When that his comrades found him 'mongst the thousands that they slew |
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He discoursed, my love, and hour or more, on the Plains of Waterloo. |
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"Farewell my comrades, likewise my sweetheart." |
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These were the very words he said and then he did depart. |
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They dug my love a silent grave, the tears they were not few. |
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And they laid him in the cold clay on the Plains of Waterloo. |
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Although he's gone and left me no other will I take. |
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Through lonesome woods and shady groves I wander for his sake. |
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Through lonesome woods and shady groves I'll wander through and through, |
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And I'll mourn for him that's dead upon the Plains of Waterloo. |
