1.
Now Napoleon he has done
With his wars and his fighting,
He has gone to the land
He can take no delight in.
He may set him down and tell of
The battles he has been in,
While forlorn he does mourn
On the isle of St Helena.
2.
Louisa does weep for
Her husband’s departing;
She dreams when she sleeps
And she wakes broken-hearted.
Not a friend to console or
Even those who might be with her.
While forlorn she does mourn
On the Isle of St Helena.
3.
The rude rushing waves all
Around the shores are washing;
Now the high billows roar,
On the rough rocks are dashing.
He may look to the moon,
To the great mount of Diana.
While forlorn he does mourn
On the Isle of St Helena.
4.
All you that have wealth
Beware of ambition,
Lest in some degree of health
You should change your condition.
He steadfast in time, for
What’s to come you know not,
And your days they may end
On the Isle of St Helena.
5.
You Parliaments of War,
And your Holy Alliance,
To the prisoner of war
You may now bid defiance.
For you base intrigues and
Your baser misdemeanors,
Have caused him to die
On the Isle of St Helena.