At Vittoria,--Badagoz, and Talevara too, On the plains of Salamanca, the French he did subdue, With the veteran sons of Britain wherever he did go, Amidst thundering peals of cannon he conquer’d every foe. On the plains of Waterloo where thousands they lay dead, The iron balls in showers flew around his martial head, While his valiant men and generals lay bleeding in their gore, The laurels from the French that day brave Wellington he tore. Napoleon was as brave a man as ever took the field, And with the warlike sons of France he said he would not yield; But the reverse of fortune that day did on him frown, By Wellington and his army his eagles were pulled down. Now let him rest in peace, and none upbraid his name, On his military glory there never was a stain, The steel-clad Cuirasiers of France that day at Waterloo, He quickly made them face about and cut their armour through. Brave Ponsonby and Picton they fell upon that day, And many a valiant soldier brave in peace their ashes lay, And that brave Duke that led them on his spirit’s took its flight, To see him laid down in his tomb will be a solemn sight. [Illustration] DEATH OF WELLINGTON. J. Harkness, Printer, 121, Church Street, Preston. On the 14th of September, near to the town of Deal, As you may well remember who have a heart to feel, Died Wellington, a general bold, of glorious renown, Who beat the great Napoleon near unto Brussels town. CHORUS. So don’t forget brave Wellington, who won at Waterloo, He beat the great Napoleon and all his generals too. He led the British army on through Portugal and Spain, And every battle there he won the Frenchmen to restrain, He ever was victorious in every battle field, He gained a fame most glorious because he’d never yield. He drove Napoleon from home, in exile for to dwell, Far o’er the sea, and from his home, and all he loved so well. He stripped him quite of all his power, and banished him away, To St. Helena’s rocks and towers the rest of his life to stay. Then on the throne of France he placed Louis the king by right, In after years he was displaced all by the people’s might, But should the young Napoleon threaten our land and laws, We’ll find another Wellington should ever we have cause. He’s dead, our hero’s gone to rest, and o’er his corpse we’ll mourn, With sadness and with grief oppress’d, for he will not return, But we his deeds will not forget, and should we ere again, Follow the example that he set, his glory we’ll not stain. So don’t forget brave Wellington, who won at Waterloo, He beat the great Napoleon and all his generals too. THE FALL OF SEBASTOPOL.