Napoleon's Lamentation

Текст песни Nic Jones - Napoleon's Lamentation

Attend, you sons of high renown
To these few lines which I pen down:
I was born to wear a stately crown
And to rule a wealthy nation
I am the man that beat Beaulieu
At Wurmser's hill did then subdue;
That great Archduke I overthrew
On every plain my men were slain
Grand travesty, did I obtain
And I got capitulation

Well, we chased them on the Egyptian shore
Where the Algerians lay all in their gore
The rights of France for to restore
That had long been confiscated
We pursued them all through mud and mire
Till in despair my men retired
And Moscow Town was set on fire
My men were lost through sleet and frost;
I ne'er before received such a blast
Since the hour I was created

Well, in Leipzig Town my soldiers fled
Mount Mark was strewn with the Russian dead
We marched them forth, in inveterate streams
For to stop a bold invasion
So it's fare you well, my royal spouse
And offspring great to my adore
And may you reinstate that throne
That's torn away this very day
These kings of me have made a prey
And they've caused my lamentation