Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Plains Of Waterloo, artist - Shirley & Dolly Collins. Album song The Harvest Years, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 03.08.2008
Record label: Parlophone
Song language: English
Plains Of Waterloo |
As I was a-walking one midsummer’s morning |
Down by the gay banks of a clear pearling stream |
There I met a fair maid making sad lamentations |
So I threw myself in ambush to hear her sad refrain |
Through the woods she marched along, caused the valleys to ring-o |
And the fine feathered songsters around her they flew |
Saying, «The war it is now over and peace it is returned again |
Yet my William’s not returning from the plains of Waterloo» |
Oh, I stepped up to this fair maid and said, «My fond crature |
Oh, dare I make nquire as to what’s your true love’s name? |
For it’s I have been in battle where the cannons loud do rattle |
And by your description I might have known the same» |
«Willy Smith me true love’s name is, a hero of great fame |
And he’s gone and he’s left me in sorrow, it’s true |
Now no-one shall me enjoy but me own darling boy |
And yet he’s not returning from the plains of Waterloo» |
«If Willy Smith’s your true love’s name, then he’s a hero of great fame |
He and I have fought in battle through many’s the long campaign |
Through Italy and Russia, through Germany and Prussia |
He was my loyal comrade through France and through Spain» |
«Till at length by the French, oh then we were surrounded |
And like heroes of old then we did them subdue |
We fought for three days till at length we did defeat him |
That bold Napoleon Boney on the plains of Waterloo» |
«And on this sixteenth day of June, it is end of the battle |
Leaving many’s the bold hero in sorrow to mourn |
There the war drums they do beat and the cannons loud do rattle |
It was by a French soldier your William was slain» |
«And as I passed by oh to where he lay a-bleeding |
I scarcely had time for to bid him adieu |
With a faint, faltering voice these words he kept repeating: |
Fare the well, me lovely Annie, you are far from Waterloo» |
And when that this fair maid heard this sad acclamation |
Her two rosy cheeks they turned pale into wan |
And when that his young man saw her sad lamentation |
He cried, «Me lovely Annie, oh I am your very one» |
«And here is the ring that between us was broken |
In the depth of all dangers, love, to remind me of you» |
And when she saw the token, she fell into his arms, saying |
«You're welcome, lovely William, from the plains of Waterloo» |