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Posted By: Q (Frank Staplin)
19-Aug-05 - 09:41 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Waterloo vs. Lonely Waterloo
Subject: Lyr Add: WATERLOO (from Kenneth Peacock)
Lyr. Add: WATERLOO
(Peacock)

It was on one Monday morning in that lovely month of June,
I went forth to convince my love all in her youthful bloom.
But the press-gang lay in ambush and up to me they drew,
And the very next day we marched away to fight at Waterloo.

It happened on the eighteenth, the day that I was pressed,
It was on the twenty-second I first put on my dress,
My waistcoat of the scarlet, my hat and feather too,
And the very next day we marched away to fight at Waterloo.

The day we fought at Waterloo it being a heavy blast,
It was early the next morning we were ordered to Belfast,
And when we came near Belfast town our captain he did say,
"I am very much in doubt, my boys, that we won't gain the day."

It was early the next morning we were signalled on the plain,
Our captain cried, "My hero boys, don't let your courage fall,
I hope you are victorious and keep your colours true,
I hope to God you will gain the day we fight at Waterloo,"

It was eight o'clock in the morning the battle it did commence,
And every man with sword in hand to stand his own defence.
The first shot came, my arm swung, so loudly I did bawl,
And the next one took my leg from me which caused for me to fall.

And when my limbs were gone from me I fell down on the plain
All for to rest my wounded limbs in heavy wracks of pain.
And when my comrades work was done 'twas up to me they flew,
I have often cried and wished I'd died that day at Waterloo.

We ranged along till nine o'clock till the going down of the sun,
Each one of us a husband dear or a loving mother's son.
Out of eithteen hundred noble slaves we only lost but two,
They had to yield and quit that field we gained at Waterloo.

It was by our honorable captain we were ordered on the course,
The distance being so far home we were all brought back on horse.
I was both tall and strong-limbed when I first left my dear, But now receive a pension of thirty pounds a year.

Mrs. Charlotte Decker, Parson's Pond, NFLD, August 1959.

Kenneth Peacock, 1965, "Songs of the Newfoundland Outports, vol. 3, pp. 1020-1021, with music.