United States Songster (Cincinnati, 1836):

               Bonaparte on the Island of St. Helena.

Bony he has gone to the wars of all fighting ;
He has gone to the place where he never took delight in;
Oh ! there he may sit down, and tell all the scenes he has seen, ah !
While forlorn he does mourn on the Isle of St. Helena.

Louisa does mourn for her husband departed,
She dreams when she sleeps, and she wakes broken hearted ;
Not a friend to condole her, even those that might be with her,
But she mourns when she thinks on the Isle of St. Helena.

Come, all you that have got wealth, pray beware of ambition,
For it is a decree in fate that might change your condition ;
Be ye steadfast in time, for what is to come you know not,
Or, for fear you might be changed, like he, on the Isle of St. Helena.

The rude rushing waves, all around the shores are washing,
And the great billows heave, and the wild rocks dashing;
He may look to the moon of the great Mount Diana,
With his eyes o'er the waves that are round St. Helena.

No more in St. Clouds, he will be seen in such splendor,
Or go on with his crowds, of the great Alexander,
For the young king of Rome, and the prince of Ganah,      [sic
Says he will bring his father home from the Isle of St. Helena.