The songs of the Wilsons With a memoir of the Family, and several additional songs never before published. Edited by John Harland |
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YOUNG EDWARD SLAIN AT WATERLOO. |
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YOUNG EDWARD SLAIN AT WATERLOO.
By Mr Thomas Wilson.
Sweet smiling Aurora was glimmering o'er us,
And Somnus in deep silence reign'd Brussels through,
When Terpsichore's trumpet shrill echoed in chorus,
And summon'd young Edward to Field Waterloo.
And Somnus in deep silence reign'd Brussels through,
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And summon'd young Edward to Field Waterloo.
CHORUS.
Then mourn for Young Edward, a brave gallant soldier,None ever more faithful, and none ever bolder;
Alas! he was slain on the Field Waterloo.
Young Edward in fight was a brave salamander,
He fought at Talavera and Vittoria too,
Sebastian and Toulouse; yet like his commander,
He thirsted for battle on Field Waterloo.
He fought at Talavera and Vittoria too,
Sebastian and Toulouse; yet like his commander,
He thirsted for battle on Field Waterloo.
Chorus.
—Then mourn for Young Edward, &c.
Amid roaring cannon, the Hero for glory,
Cheer'd on his brave comrades, diminish'd to few,
And deep grieves the Muse to make known the sad story,
He fell gored with wounds on the Field Waterloo.
Cheer'd on his brave comrades, diminish'd to few,
And deep grieves the Muse to make known the sad story,
He fell gored with wounds on the Field Waterloo.
Chorus.
—Then mourn for Young Edward, &c.
Poor Edward's companion in tears was now seated,
While he from his bosom a locket forth drew;
“Bear this to my Susan, and say while life beated,
I lived hers, and died hers, on Field Waterloo.”
While he from his bosom a locket forth drew;
“Bear this to my Susan, and say while life beated,
I lived hers, and died hers, on Field Waterloo.”
Chorus.
—Then mourn for Young Edward, &c.
On receipt of the tidings, poor Susan she sadden'd,
Her soul beyond earthly shores swiftly withdrew;
And may the fond lovers in heaven be gladden'd,
Both victims, alas! to the Field Waterloo.
Her soul beyond earthly shores swiftly withdrew;
And may the fond lovers in heaven be gladden'd,
Both victims, alas! to the Field Waterloo.
Chorus.
—Then mourn for Young Edward, &c. | The songs of the Wilsons | |