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I	A
We do not curse thee Waterloo	B
Though Freedom's blood thy plain bedew	C
There 'twas shed but is not sunk	D
Rising from each gory trunk	D
Like the water spout from ocean	E
With a strong and growing motion	E
It soars and mingles in the air	F
With that of lost Labedoy re	G
With that of him whose honour'd grave	H
Contains the 'bravest of the brave	H
A crimson cloud it spreads and glows	I
But shall return to whence it rose	I
When 'tis full 'twill burst asunder	J
Never yet was heard such thunder	J
As then shall shake the world with wonder	J
Never yet was seen such lightning	K
As o'er heaven shall then be bright'ning	K
Like the Wormwood Star foretold	C
By the sainted Seer of old	C
Show'ring down a fiery flood	C
Turning rivers into blood	C
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II	A
The Chief has fallen but not by you	B
Vanquishers of Waterloo	B
When the soldier citizen	E
Sway'd not o'er his fellow men	L
Save in deeds that led them on	M
Where Glory smiled on Freedom's son	E
Who of all the despots banded	C
With that youthful chief competed	C
Who could boast o'er France defeated	C
Till lone Tyranny commanded	C
Till goaded by ambition's sting	K
The Hero sunk into the King	K
Then he fell so perish all	N
Who would men by man enthral	N
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III	A
And thou too of the snow white plume	O
Whose realm refused thee ev'n a tomb	O
Better hadst thou still been leading	K
France o'er hosts of hirelings bleeding	K
Than sold thyself to death and shame	P
For a meanly royal name	P
Such as he of Naples wears	Q
Who thy blood bought title bears	Q
Little didst thou deem when dashing	K
On thy war horse through the ranks	R
Like a stream which burst its banks	R
While helmets cleft and sabres clashing	K
Shone and shiver'd fast around thee	S
Of the fate at last which found thee	S
Was that haughty plume laid low	T
By a slave's dishonest blow	T
Once as the moon sways o'er the tide	C
It roll'd in air the warrior's guide	C
Through the smoke created night	C
Of the black and sulphurous fight	C
The soldier raised his seeking eye	A
To catch that crest's ascendancy	S
And as it onward rolling rose	I
So moved his heart upon our foes	I
There where death's brief pang was quickest	C
And the battle's wreck lay thickest	C
Strew 'd beneath the advancing banner	J
Of the eagles burning crest	C
There thunder clouds to fan her	J
Who could then her wing arrest	C
Victory beaming from her breast	C
While the broken line enlarging	K
Fell or fled along the plain	U
There be sure was Murat charging	K
There he ne'er shall charge again	L
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IV	H
O'er glories gone the invaders march	V
Weeps Triumph o'er each levell'd arch	V
But let Freedom rejoice	W
With her heart in her voice	W
But her hand on her sword	C
Doubly shall she be adored	C
France hath twice too well been taught	C
The 'moral lesson' dearly bought	C
Her safety sits not on a throne	X
With Capet or Napoleon	E
But in equal rights and laws	Y
Hearts and hands in one great cause	Z
Freedom such as God hath given	E
Unto all beneath his heaven	E
With their breath and from their birth	A2
Though guilt would sweep it from the earth	A2
With a fierce and lavish hand	C
Scattering nations' wealth like sand	C
Pouring nations' blood like water	J
In imperial seas of slaughter	J
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V	H
But the heart and the mind	C
And the voice of mankind	C
Shall arise in communion	E
And who shall resist that proud union	E
The time is past when swords subdued	C
Man may die the soul's renew'd	C
Even in this low world of care	F
Freedom ne'er shall want an heir	F
Millions breathe but to inherit	C
Her for ever bounding spirit	C
When once more her hosts assemble	B2
Tyrants shall believe and tremble	B2
Smile they at this idle threat	C
Crimson tears will follow yet	C

George Gordon Byron

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