The Eighteenth Of June

All you people who live at home easy

And are far from the trials of war

Never knowing the danger of battle

But are safe with your families secure

Know you, the long scythe of destruction

Has been sweeping the nations all around

But it never yet cut with the keenness

That it did on the eighteenth of June

It began about five in the morning

And it lasted 'til seven at night

All the people stood 'round in amazement

They had never yet seen such a sight

And the thunder of five hundred cannons

Proclaimed that the battle was on

And the moon in the sky overshone all

Recording the eighteenth of June

And what a sad heart had poor Boney

To take up instead of a crown

And to canter from Brussels to Paris

Lamenting the eighteenth of June

All you young girls with sweethearts out yonder

That go daily to buy the black gown

'Tis one thousand to one I will lay you

Your love fell on the eighteenth of June

Sixty thousand stout-hearted brave soldiers

Who died made an awful bold tune

And it's many's the girl will remember

With sorrow the eighteenth of June

And what a sad heart had poor Boney

To take up instead of a crown

And it's many's the girl will remember

With sorrow the eighteenth of June