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LONELY WATERLOO
Peacock

A lady fair was walking down by a riverside,
The crystal tears fell from her cheeks as I did pass her by,
I saw her heaving bosom as up to me she drew,
"My friend I hear my Willie dear is slain at Waterloo,"

"What sort of clothes did your Willie wear?" the soldier made reply.
"He wore a highland bonnet with a feather standing high,
A glittering sword hung by his side over his dark suit of blue,
Those were the clothes my Willie wore on lonely Waterloo."

"If that's the clothes your Willie wore I saw his dying day,
Five bayonets pierced his tender heart before he down did lay,
He took me by the hand and said some Frenchman did him slew,
It was I who closed your Willie's eyes on lonely Waterloo."

"Oh Willie, dearest Willie!" and she could say no more,
She fell into the soldier's arms those dreadful tidings bore.
"May the jaws of heaven open and swallow me down through,
Since my Willie lies a mouldering corpse on lonely Waterloo.

"If I had some eagle's wings I would surmount on high,
I would fly to lonely Waterloo where my true love do lie;
I would light upon his bosom my love for to renew,
I would kiss my darling's pale cold lips on lonely Waterloo."

Mrs. John Fogarty, Joe Batt's Arm, NFLD, 1952.

Two tunes are given, the second from Arthur Nicolle, Rocky Harbour, 1958. ("Both appear to be related").
Kenneth Peacock, 1965, "Songs of the Newfoundland Outports," vol. 4, pp. 1007-1008.

Peacock also includes two variants of "The Plains of Waterloo," with separate tunes.