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So off run Boney for the Crown,
the Throns and Sceptre, a' that;
All other Kings he knock'd them down,
and plunder’d them, and a' that.
Rise up &c.
And thus the rogue goes on and steals,
contrary to each law that,
Till Wellington's come at his heels,
and made him run for a' that.
Rise up &c.
Says Wellington, You rogue, begone,
My men are heroes a' that;
I'll make you tumble from your throne,
with shells and shot, and a' that.
Rise up &c.
Says Bonaparte Good day, good day,
Lord Wellington and a' that,
With you I can no longer stay,
Then fare you well and a' that.
Rise up &
So Bonaparte was chac'd about,
Boudeaux it fell, and a' that;
His scatter’d army took the rout,
o’er hids and mountains, a' that.
Rise up &c.
Now Paris' fallen fallen low,
the pride or France, and a' that;
And Boney sinks beneath the blow,
dethron'd, disgrac'd, and a' that.
Rise up, &c.
The tyrant falls, he tumbles down,
