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15 Nov 18 - 04:37 PM (#3961856) Subject: Origins: Napoleon's Dream From: Steve Gardham Any other versions required please. It appears to be a unique piece in the Hammond-Gardiner Collection at VWML Online. It is definitely not the better known 'A Dream of Napoleon' Roud 1538. We have given it the new number of 29548. It doesn't appear among the Napoleon ballads on the Bodleian. It is a bit garbled but possible to decipher. Here's what Isaac Hobbs sang and Gardiner noted, the first verse of 3. My heart is sore lamenting and falling on the ground, All in our situation all English we'll pull down, We were forced for to surrender for the want of powder and ball Saying Bonaparte for nothing in the honour of Nelson call. Any info appreciated. Thanks for looking. |
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16 Nov 18 - 05:09 AM (#3961906) Subject: RE: Origins: Napoleon's Dream From: Jim Carroll Sam Larner had a few verses of it Jim Carroll |
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16 Nov 18 - 05:21 AM (#3961909) Subject: RE: Origins: Napoleon's Dream From: Jim Carroll 'Mamo' Clancy (Liam Clancy's mother) sang a fuller version for the BBC in the 1950s Jim Carroll |
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16 Nov 18 - 05:26 AM (#3961911) Subject: RE: Origins: Napoleon's Dream From: Mick Pearce (MCP) That's Steve's the better known one Jim. I can't see anything about this one. Mick |
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16 Nov 18 - 01:56 PM (#3961976) Subject: RE: Origins: Napoleon's Dream From: Steve Gardham Here's my slightly rewritten version ready for publishing. NAPOLEON’S DREAM GG/1/5/240, Isaac Hobbs, Hampshire, 1906. (Some slight reordering and rewriting to make it scan properly.) As Buonaparte laid on his bed he dream-ed of a dream; A voice came down from Heaven and called him by his name, Then Buonoparte jumped out of bed and called out all his men. “Oh, we’ll get up all in this night and make all haste we can. “We’ll steer a course to east or west to any foreign land, And if we meet the British fleet we’ll sink ’em out of hand.” The very first ship we engaged Brave Collard was her name. We sunk her in the foamy waves despite her noted fame. The very next ship we engaged they gave a fiery round; “Beat up your arms, brave boys, or we shall all be drowned; Beat up your arms, brave boys, do all you can for me, For powder and shot it comes so hot, ’twill sink us in the sea.” My heart is sore lamenting for old Boney’s lost his crown, In our situation we must haul our colours down; We are forced for to surrender for want of powder and ball, Crying, Buonaparte lost everything and Nelson he takes all. |