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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.
