An Anniversary of Battle ...

Maybe someone will sing this on Friday ...

Lyrics ...

Eighteenth Day of June (Plains of Waterloo)

On the 18th day of June, me boys, eighteen hundred and fifteen,

Both horse and foot they did advance, most glorious to be seen.

Both horse and foot they did advance and the bugle horn did blow,

And the sons of France were made to dance on the plains of Waterloo.

  

Our cavalry advanc-ed with true and valiant heart.

Our infantry ’n artillery did nobly play their part,

While the small arms they did rattle and the great guns they did roar,

All on the plains of Waterloo where the thundrin’ cannons roar.

  

The French dogs made a bold attack in front of Mount St. John,

To sport their best battalions and the village for to gain.

Our infantry first charged them and made them face about.

Sir William with his heavy brigade soon put them to the rout.

  

Napoleon, like a bantam cock, sat mounted on a bar.

He much did wish to represent great Mars, the god of war.

On a high platform there he did stand and loudly he did crow:

He drooped his wings and turned his tail to us at Waterloo.

  

The valiant Duke of Brunswick fell in the field that day,

And many a gallant officer fell in the awful fray,

And many a British soldier lay wounded in their gore

Upon the plains of Waterloo where the thundrin’ cannons roar.

On the 18th day of June, me boys, eighteen hundred and fifteen,

Both horse and foot they did advance, most glorious to be seen.

Both horse and foot they did advance and the bugle horn did blow,

And the sons of France were made to dance on the plains of Waterloo.