Anonymous

“ Hoist the white cockade all ye loyal people,
Bourbon’s flag’s display'd on every tower and steeple,
They’ve Boney’s courage cool’d, now they’ve fix’d his doom sir,
He who nations rul’d, content with Elba room sir. ”

“ At Waterloo they met, and met wi' British spirit
To Wellington they set, a chap of real merit,
They fought for victory sure, but oh! alack a day sir,
The British boys them beat, and fast they ran away
Too ral loo ral, loo, &c
To England next he sped, and thought to live in quiet,
But St Helena's his bed, and banishment his fiate
King Louis reigns in France and vive le Roi sounds sir,
While he will do his best to heal up France's wounds sir. ”