Bony On The Isle Of St. Helena

Bonaparte is away from his wars and his fighting
He has gone to a place he can take no delight in
He may sit there and dwell on the glories he’s seen, oh
While alone he remains on the Isle of St. Helena
No more in St. Cloud he’ll be seen in such splendor
Or go on with his wars like the great Alexander
He sees his victories and how fleeting they all were
While his eyes are on the waves that surround St. Helena
Oh Louisy, she weeps for her husband’s departin'
And she dreams when she sleeps, and she wakes broken-hearted
Not a friend to console her, in the past there were so many.
Now alone, she does mourn when she thinks of St. Helena
Come all you’s got wealth, pray beware of ambition
It’s just one degree of fate that may change your condition
Be steadfast in time, what’s to come you know not
Your race, it could end on the Isle of St. Helena
Now the rude rushing waves, all around they are washing
And the white billows heave. On the rocks, they are crashing
He may list to the wind o’er the great Mt. Diana
While alone, he remains on the Isle of St. Helena