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Death of Duke of Wellington

(41) Death of Duke of Wellington

        THE DEATH

                  OF THE

DUKE OF WELLINGTON

O Britons give ear to those lines I relate
There was never a soldier more
bolder,
The leader in war, and the pilot in state
A noble and gallant old soldier ;
Respected, reverred, beloved too, and
feared,
No tyrant did e'er dare molest him,
He is gone, he is dead, his bold spirit
hath fled,
The Duke of Wellington's gone,
God rest him.

In the councils of state of old Eng-
land's fate,
Our Queen he did oft call upon her,
He is gone we may see, aged near 83,
Full of age, full of glory and honour
He fought and he conquered in France
and in Spain,
No power on earth could molest him
And at great Waterloo he made Boney
to rue,
But now he is no more God rest him

He at Walmer did die, in his shroud he
does lie,
The glory and pride of Britannia,
He made tyrants to quake, and the
world for to shake,
Our gallant and noble commander ;
He was never seen fret, death and dan-
ger he met,
And the friends of Britannia oft
blest him,
He is gone to that bourne whence he'll
never return,
Our gallant old Duke, God rest him

He ne'er feared wars' alarms, when the
drums beat to arms,
He acted bold, upright and steady,
He in glory would rrge the foe to en-
gage,
To conquer or die he was ready ;
A true gallant soldier of fame and
renown,
As a General, well did adore him,
He made tyrants relent wherever he
went,
And Emperors trembled before him

Death sent him a summons to calli m
away,
From the castle of Walmer, near
Dovor,
He resigned when it came all his hon-
ours and fame,
And said now the battle is over ;
The enemies weapons he boldly defied
They trembled and feared to mo'est
him.
In honour he lived & in glory he died,
The Duke he is gone, God rest him.

In sad anguish so deep Queen Victoria
did weep,
When the tidings Britannia sad told
her,
She in grief did deplore, and she said
never more
Will Britannia behold her old soldier
Long in famee history he recorded
shall be,
In the garments of death they have
drest him,
Ingiory & fame he'll nomoremarchagain
Ovr noble old Duke, God rest him

DISLEY, Printer, No. Arthur Street, Oxford Street, London.

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