Waterloo Come all you sons of Britain And Irish heroes too, And all who fought for Wellington At the battle of Waterloo On tbe fifteenth day of June, my boys, Eighteen hundred and sixty, It's many a valiant soldier lay Upon the crimson green. O Mooney to his soldiers said Before tbe fray began: If we this day shall lose, my boys, Our nation is undone. But let us fight with all our might, And I will promise you, We'll spread victorious banners O'er the plains of Waterloo. O Mooney mounted his milk-white steed, And like a cock he crew; He wrung his hands and tore his hair That day at Waterloo. There's General Hill, he led the van, Alas! he is no more; For I saw him as I passed by Like thousands in their gore. from English Folk Songs in the Appalachian Mountains, Sharp Collected from Mr. Philander FitzGerald, Nash, VA, 1918 @war filename[ PLNSWLOO play.exe PLNSWLOO RG ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===