| Lyrics: | Waterloo
Come all you sons of Britain
And Irish heroes too,
And all who fought
for Wellington
At the battle of Waterloo
On tbe fifteenth day of June, my
boys,
Eighteen hundred and sixty,
It's many a valiant soldier lay
Upon the crimson
green.
O Mooney to his soldiers said
Before tbe fray began:
If we this day
shall lose, my boys,
Our nation is undone.
But let us fight with all our
might,
And I will promise you,
We'll spread victorious banners
O'er the plains of
Waterloo.
O Mooney mounted his milk-white steed,
And like a cock he crew;
He
wrung his hands and tore his hair
That day at Waterloo.
There's General Hill, he led
the van,
Alas! he is no more;
For I saw him as I passed by
Like thousands in their
gore.
from English Folk Songs in the Appalachian Mountains, Sharp
Collected from Mr.
Philander FitzGerald, Nash, VA, 1918
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