Grand Conversation on Napoleon
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'Twas over that wild beaten track
A friend of that bold Bonaparte
He paced the sands and loved the rocks
Of St. Helena's shore
The wind blew in a hurricane
The lightning flashed around, it dashed
The seagulls were all shrieking
And the waves around did roar
"Hush rude winds," the stranger cried
"Why do you range this dreary spot?"
Whereas the gallant hero
His heavy eyes did close
But while his valiant limbs do rot
His name will never be forgot
This grand conversation on Napoleon arose
"Ah, England," he cried
"Why did you persecute that hero bold?
Much better had you slain him
On the plains of Waterloo
Napoleon, he was a friend
To heroes all, both young and old
He caused the money for to fly
Wherever he did go
Plans were arranging night and day
This bold commander to betray
He cries, "I'll go to Moscow
And it then will ease my woes
If fortune shine without delay
All the world shall me obey"
This grand conversation on Napoleon arose
Thousands upon thousands then did rise
To conquer Moscow by surprise
He led his men across the Alps
Oppressed by frost and snow
But being near the Russian lines
He then began to open his eyes
Old Moscow was a-blazing
And his men drove to and fro
Napoleon, dauntless, viewed the flames
He wept in anguish for the same
He cried, "Retreat, my gallant men
Our time to swiftly go"
But thousands died on that retreat
Some were their horses forced to eat
This grand conversation on Napoleon arose
At Waterloo, his men they fought
Commanded by great Bonaparte
Attended by Field Marshal Ney
He was bribed with gold
When Blรผcher led the Prussians in
It nearly broke Napoleon's heart
He cried, "My thirty thousand men
Are slain and I am sold"
He viewed the plains and cried, "'Tis lost"
'Twas then his favourite charger crossed
The plains were in confusion
Where the blood and dying was
The Boncheroses did advance
And boldly entered into France
This grand conversation on Napoleon arose
But Bonaparte was planned to be a prisoner
Across the sea
The rocks of St. Helena, it was the fatal spot
And as a prisoner there to be
'Til death did end his misery
His son soon followed to the tomb
It was an awful plot
And long enough they have been dead
The blast of war is round us spread
And may our shipping float again
To face the daring foe
And now, my boys, when honour calls
We'll boldly mount the wooden walls
This grand conversation on Napoleon did close