The Battle of Waterloo

Singer: 

Michael Cassius Dean

Recorder: 

Robert Winslow Gordon

Recording Date: 

Sep. 1924

Location of Recording: 

Canton, St. Lawrence County, New York, USA

Duration: 

1:00

Transcription: 

Come, all you sons of Britton, and Irish heroes, too,
And all that fought for freedom's cause that day at Waterloo,
Be of good courage, stout and bold, and I will promise you,
That we'll plant victorious eagles [on the] plains of Waterloo,

About eight o'clock the earth did shock and the frightful fray begun,
It lasted the whole day long til the setting of the sun,
No pen can write, no tongue can tell the horror of that day,
They fought like men at Waterloo until they were betrayed.

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Language: 

en-US

Type: 

Music Recording

Format: 

mp3

Publisher: 

Brian Miller, Emma Dowd, Diane Giebink-Skoglind

Original Format: 

Wax Cylinder

Is Part Of: 

AFS Preservation Reel: AFS 19011A
G87
Misc. 146

Folk Song Index Numbers: 

Roud #1922
Laws J3

Alternative Titles: 

The Plains of Waterloo

Song Summary: 

The singer laments Napoleon's defeat at Waterlooo and gives some details of the battle. The "sons of Ireland" had hoped the French would be victorious.

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First Line: 

Come, all you sons of Britton, and Irish heroes, too

Full Song Text: 

Come, all you sons of Britton, and Irish heroes, too,
And all that fought for freedom’s cause that day at Waterloo,
Be of good courage, stout and bold, and I will promise you
That we’ll plant victorious eagles on the planes of Waterloo,

About eight o’clock the earth did shock and this frightful fray begun,
It lasted the whole day long till the setting of the sun;
No pen can write, no tongue can tell the horror of that day,
They fought like men at Waterloo until they were betrayed.

It would fill your heart with pity if you seen those Frenchmen’s wives,
Likewise their little children, with melancholy cries,
Saying, “Mamma, dearest Mamma, oh, this day we sure will rue,
When we come to see our Da Das slain at the battle of Waterloo.”

To see “Bony” like a bantam perched upon his car,
He appeared to be great Caesar or Mars, the god of war;
From a high platform where he stood he flapped his wings and crew,
Till he dropped his wings through being betrayed at the battle of Waterloo.

Oh, many a river have I crossed a o’er through water and through mud,
And many a battle have I fought full ankle-deep in blood,
But Providence protected me in all I e’er went through,
Till it was my lot to be betrayed at the battle of Waterloo.

My curse attend you, Grouchy, you did the French betray,
You led the sons of Ireland far different from their way;
You were the cause of “Bony’s” fall, alas he is no more,
For you took the gold that banished him to St. Helena’s shore.

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