Eliza And Martin Carthy - Grand Conversation On Napoleon Lyrics
It was over that wild beaten track 'twas said a friend of Bonaparte'sDid pace the sands & the lofty rocks of St Helena's shore& the wind it blew a hurricane, the lightnin' fierce around did dartThe seagulls were a-shriekin' & the waves around did roarAh hush, rude winds, the stranger cried, while I range the spotWhere alas the gallant hero did his weary eyelids close& though at peace his limbs do rest, his name will never be forgotThis grand conversation on Napoleon aroseOh, alas, he cried, why England did you persecute that hero bold?Much better had you slain him on the plains of WaterlooFor Napoleon he was a friend 2 heroes all, both young & oldHe caused the money for 2 fly wherever he did goWhen plans were formin' night & day, the bold commander 2 betrayHe said, I'll go 2 Moscow & there I'll ease my woes& if fortune smiles on me that day, then all the world shall me obeyThis grand conversation on Napoleon aroseOh his men in thousands then did rise 2 conquer Moscow by surpriseHe led his troops across the Alps oppressed by frost & snow& bein' near the Russian land, he then began 2 open his eyesFor Moscow was ablazin' & the men drove 2 & froNapoleon dauntless viewed the plain & then in anguish at the sameHe cried, Retreat me gallant men, for time so swiftly goesAh what thousands died in that retreat, some forced their horses for 2 eatThis grand conversation on Napoleon aroseAt Waterloo they bravely fought, commanded by this BonaparteField Marshall Ney did him betray, but he was bribed by gold& when Blucher led the Prussians, it nearly broke Napoleon's heartHe cried, my thirty thousand men are lost, & I am soldHe viewed the plain & cried, all's lost, & then his favorite charger crossedThe plain was in confusion with blood & dyin' woes& the bunch of roses did advance & boldly entered into FranceThis grand conversation on Napoleon aroseOh, this Bonaparte was planned 2 be a prisoner across the seaThe rocks of St Helena, oh, it was his final spot& as a prisoner there 2 be till death did end his miseryHis son soon followed 2 the tomb: it was an awful plot& long enough have they been dead, the blast of war around us spread& may our shippin' float again 2 face the darin' foes& now my boys when honour calls we'll boldly mount those wooden wallsThis grand conversation on Napoleon arose
