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And here's our family version:

Anon - Collected by Frank Warner in 1940
From the singing of Tink Tillet and Bill Bonyun
With changes by Dahlov and Charlie Ipcar

Bony on the Isle of St. Helena

Now, Bony he has gone from his wars and his figntin';
He has gone to a place he can take no delight in;
Where alone he may dream of the battles he hast been in,
While forlorn he doth mourn on the Isle of St. Helena.

Oh, the rude rushing waves 'round the wild shores are washing,
And the great billows rage on the black rocks a-dashing;
Though he look from the summit of the great Mount Diana,
He'll see nought but waves 'round the Isle of St. Helena.

Louisa his queen mourns her husband departed;
She dreams when she sleeps, and she wakes broken hearted;
No friends to console her, even those who might be with her,
For her heart's far away on the Isle of St. Helena.

Oh, ye Parliaments of England and yer Holy Alliance,
To the despot of Europe ye may now bid defiance;
For his grave misdeeds and his baser misdemeanors
Have cause him to die on the Isle of St. Helena.

Oh, ye wealthy and great, now beware of ambition;
For 'tis a degree of fate that may change yer condition;
Be ye steadfast in faith, for what is to be ye know not,
Lest ye shall end as he on the Isle of St. Helena.

Charley Noble