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YOUNG EDWARD (DRUMMER BOY OF WATERLOO) In battle row, deep warlike times In cornet loud the trumpet blew, Young Edward left his native land A drummer's boy for Waterloo. He who knew no infant fear His knapsack o'er his shoulder threw, Sayin' mother, mother, dry those tears Till I return from Waterloo. His mother in her lips she pressed, An' bid her noble boy adieu, With wringin' hands an' achin' heart Beheld his march to Waterloo. "Ho comrades, comrades, Edward cried, His beaming face and eyes so blue, Go tell my mother Edward died A soldier's death at Waterloo. We laid his head upon his drum Beneath the moon like mournful dew, The night was still, the battle hummed, We dug his grave at Waterloo. Note: A confused variant of The Drummer Boy of Waterloo, a well- `known English song... VR From Ozark Folksongs, Randolph @war @death DT #389 Laws J1 filename[ YOUNGED TUNE FILE: YOUNGED CLICK TO PLAY RG  8note Sheet |
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