Heath flowers being a collection of poems, chiefly lyrical, written in the Highlands. By William Glen |
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WATERLOO.
Britannia, with undaunted brow,
Bids wild war rage no more;
And Bourbon's flag is floating now,
Where waved the Tri-color!
Glory to Erin's gallant Son,
And our brave Warriors too,
Who dauntless fought, and nobly won,
The field of Waterloo.
Bids wild war rage no more;
And Bourbon's flag is floating now,
Where waved the Tri-color!
Glory to Erin's gallant Son,
And our brave Warriors too,
Who dauntless fought, and nobly won,
The field of Waterloo.
Far, on the well fought fields of Spain,
My Henry long I mourned;
He went at length to Belgium's plain,
He fought, but ne'er returned;
Yet tho' my lover's lowly laid,
This still will cheer my view—
He, honoured, lies on glory's bed,
In the field of Waterloo.
My Henry long I mourned;
He went at length to Belgium's plain,
He fought, but ne'er returned;
Yet tho' my lover's lowly laid,
This still will cheer my view—
He, honoured, lies on glory's bed,
In the field of Waterloo.
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O! many a wife's a widow now,
An orphan many a child,
And many a maiden's tears will flow
For happiness exiled;
Each maid of France (a drooping bud,)
Will long the conflict rue;
For, O! it was a day of blood,
The day of Waterloo.
An orphan many a child,
And many a maiden's tears will flow
For happiness exiled;
Each maid of France (a drooping bud,)
Will long the conflict rue;
For, O! it was a day of blood,
The day of Waterloo.
But why need I o'er misery brood,
Or at my sad fate frown?
His arm hath helped to raise the good,
And pull a tyrant down:
Britannia welcomes peaceful years,
Bids war a long adieu;
But Jessy's smiles are dashed with tears,
She weeps for Waterloo.
Or at my sad fate frown?
His arm hath helped to raise the good,
And pull a tyrant down:
Britannia welcomes peaceful years,
Bids war a long adieu;
But Jessy's smiles are dashed with tears,
She weeps for Waterloo.
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