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     Battle of Waterloo.

Printed and sod by J. Pitts, No. 14, Great St
Andrew street, Seven Dials.

THE trumpet ſounds to victory with
wars alarms,
Once more the tyrant calls to arms,
Drums beat to arms once more its true,
To face our enemy at Waterloo,
Where the thund'ring cannons roar,
On the Frenchmen's native ſhore,
Drums beat to arms ! what ſhall we do,
Our enemy's too ſtrong at Waterloo,
CHORUS.
Rejoice, rejoice, with heart and hand,
And every one that true did stand,
Drink a health to Wellington and Blucher too,
And Soldiers that fought at Waterloo.
Now Duke Wellington he did ſay,
On this g oriou ſeventeentn day,
Let us my lads this may go thro',
A gainſt the enemy at Waterloo,
Blucher now lays in the rear,
When his army doth appear,
A charge we'll make ſo firm and true;
At the battle of Waterloo,
The old forty ſecond a ſolid ſquare form'd
Muſket and cannon balls pour'd hot and
warm,
The French cavalry came down ſo true,
And ſlew all that regiment at Waterloo;
The old Forty-fourth made the next at-
tack,        [ crack,
Cannon and muſkets like thunder did
The French cava y came down ſo true,
And ſlew both theſe regiments at Waterloo
Now Duke Wellington was ſore in a rage
To ſee bold Britons ſo ſorely engag'd,
Once more let's make a charge ſo true,
And try to break their lines at Waterloo.
A cha ige was made without delay,
On the glorious eighteenth day,
Britons to ſwift their ſwords they drew,
And broke the French lines at Waterloo.
When Duke We ington he did come on
The tyrant look'd both pale and wan,
He from his army like an arrow flew,
And left them to fight at Waterloo ;
To the left about let's advance,
Againſt the haughty pride of France,
Britons they ſtood ſo firm and true,
They fought for the victory at Waterloo.
Were the thunc' ring cannons roar,
Men lay bleeding in their gore ;
Shot from the enemy like hail did fly,
In the field where thouſands lie :
Volley for vo ey to ſwift was fired,
Which made the French for to retire,
With three huzzas we ſhout ſo true,
That we gain'd the battle of Waterloo.

Rejoice, rejoice Duke Wellington he said,
And every soldier that's on the parade.
In a bumper of wine we'll rejoice and sing,
Success to Old England, & God save the King