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By the shade of yon summach, whose red berry dips
In the gush of the fountain, how sweet to recline
And to know that I sigh'd upon innocent lips,
Which ne'er had been sigh'd on by any but me.
Which ne'er had, &c.
Evr'y leaf was at rest, &c.
The Bloody Plains of Waterloo.
Come all you valiant heroes bold,
I pray you lend an ear,
There was not such a battle fought,
No not this many a year.
All on the plains of Waterloo,
On the 18th day of June,
Against the proud sons of France,
We pull'd their emperor down.
CHORUS.
As on the plains of Waterloo,
It was a bloody fray,
And ages yet unborn shall read
The glories of that day.
'Twas on the 16th day of June,
The battle it began,
With courage bold each hero fought,
With valour every man.
And at the hour of twelve o'clock,
