New garland of choice songs/Now Boney is awa'

NOW BONEY IS AWA'.

NOW Boney is awa'
From his warring and fightin',
He is gone to the place
That be ne’er can delight in;
He may sit now and tell
Of the scenes he hath seen a'.
While forlorn he doth mourn
In the Isle of St. Helena.

No more at St. Cloud's
He ll appear in great splendor;
Nor go forth with his crowds,
Like the great Alexander.
He may sigh to the winds,
By the great mount Diana,
With his eye o er the waves
That surrounds St. Helena.

Now Lousiana weeps
For her husband departed;
She dreams while she sleeps,
And she wakes broken hearted.
Not a friend to condole,
Even those that might, they winna;
Now she mourns while she thinks
On the Isle St Helena.

The rude rushing waves
A' our shores round are washing,
And the great billows heaves
A' the wild rocks a-dashing.
He may look upon the moon,
And think on Lousiana,
With his heart full of woe,
On the Isle St. Helena.

Now you that have great wealth,
Be aware of ambition;
For some decree of fate
Soon may change your condition.
Be ye stedfast in time,
For what's to come, ye kenna;
May be, your race may end
At the Isle St. Helena.