Waterloo



Come all you sons of Britain

And Irish heroes too,

And all who fought for Wellington

At the battle of Waterloo



On tbe fifteenth day of June, my boys,

Eighteen hundred and sixty,

It's many a valiant soldier lay

Upon the crimson green.



O Mooney to his soldiers said

Before tbe fray began:

If we this day shall lose, my boys,

Our nation is undone.



But let us fight with all our might,

And I will promise you,

We'll spread victorious banners

O'er the plains of Waterloo.



O Mooney mounted his milk-white steed,

And like a cock he crew;

He wrung his hands and tore his hair

That day at Waterloo.



There's General Hill, he led the van,

Alas! he is no more;

For I saw him as I passed by

Like thousands in their gore.



from English Folk Songs in the Appalachian Mountains, Sharp

Collected from Mr. Philander FitzGerald, Nash, VA, 1918

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