|Share page||Visit Us On FB|
88 BLOODY WATERLOO
For two texts, of Bwt and three stanzas, which omit the last two stanzas of the Michigan text see Greenleaf and Mansfield, pp. 178-179
The present version was sung in 1935 by Mrs Allan McClellan, Bad Axe, who had heard the song as a child in Canada and as a young girl near Bad Axe.
1 As a fair maid was walking down by the banks of Clyde, The tears runned down her rosy cheeks as she passed by my side. I saw her heaving bosom, her words were good and true, Saying, "Lfear, I fear my Willie's slain on the field of Waterloo."
2 "O what were like your Willie's clothes ?" the soldier did reply. "He wore a highland bonnet with the feathers standing high, With a broadsword at his side, and a brown suit so true; Those were the clothes my Willie wore at bloody Waterloo."
3 "I was your Willie's comrade, I saw your Willie die;
Five bayonet wounds were in his breast before he downward lie. He took me by the hand, saying, 'Some Frenchman's killed
me now.' 'Twas I that closed your Willie's eyes at bloody Waterloo."
4 "O Willie, dearest Willie," and she could say no more. She fell into the soldier's arms those awful tidings bore, Saying, "Death, come open those wide jaws and swallow me
up too; Since Willie lies a mangled corpse at bloody Waterloo."
5 "Stand up, stand up, my pretty fair maid," the soldier did reply; And throwing off his great coat, he passed the curtains by, And opening up his bosom, showed her the wounds so true. "I am, I am your Willie dear that fell at Waterloo.
6 "Stand up, stand up, my pretty fair maid, why do you frown
on me?" He kissed the tears from off her cheeks like dewdrops falling
down, "Since we have met, we'll part no more, I will make you my
bride." Now they are joined in wedlock bands upon the banks of Clyde.