Bonaparte's Lament
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Old Bonnie has gone to the wars of aught fighting
Gone to the place where he takes no delighting
There he may sit down and tell of scenes of sinners
Whilst forlorn he does mourn on the Isle of St. Helena
Louisa does weep for her husband's departed
Dreams when she sleeps, for she wakes broken hearted
Not a friend to console her, even those that might be with her
Still she mourns when she thinks on the Isle of St. Helena
The rude rushing waves all around the shores are washing
The great billows heaves and the wild rocks are dashing
He may look to the moon and to the great Mount Iona
With his eyes on the waves that surround St. Helena
No more in St. Cloud will he be seen in such splendor
Go with the crowd of the great Alexander
For the young King of Rome and for the Prince of Vienna
Says he'll bring his father home from the Isle of St. Helena