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To Waterloo with sad ado	A
And many a sigh and groan	B
Amongst the dead came Patty Head	C
To look for Peter Stone	B
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O prithee tell good sentinel	D
If I shall find him here	E
I'm come to weep upon his corse	F
My Ninety Second dear	G
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Into our town a sergeant came	H
With ribands all so fine	I
A flaunting in his cap alas	J
His bow enlisted mine	I
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They taught him how to turn his toes	K
And stand as stiff as starch	L
I thought that it was love and May	M
But it was love and March	L
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A sorry March indeed to leave	N
The friends he might have kep'	O
No March of Intellect it was	P
But quite a foolish step	O
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O prithee tell good sentinel	D
If hereabout he lies	Q
I want a corpse with reddish hair	R
And very sweet blue eyes	Q
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Her sorrow on the sentinel	D
Appear'd to deeply strike	S
Walk in he said among the dead	C
And pick out which you like	S
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And soon she picked out Peter Stone	B
Half turned into a corse	F
A cannon was his bolster and	T
His mattrass was a horse	F
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O Peter Stone O Peter Stone	B
Lord here has been a skrimmage	U
What have they done to your poor breast	V
That used to hold my image	U
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O Patty Head O Patty Head	C
You're come to my last kissing	W
Before I'm set in the Gazette	X
As wounded dead and missing	W
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Alas a splinter of a shell	Y
Right in my stomach sticks	Z
French mortars don't agree so well	Y
With stomachs as French bricks	Z
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This very night a merry dance	A2
At Brussels was to be	B2
Instead of opening a ball	C2
A ball has open'd me	B2
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Its billet every bullet has	D2
And well it does fulfil it	E2
I wish mine hadn't come so straight	F2
But been a 'crooked billet '	-
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And then there came a cuirassier	R
And cut me on the chest	V
He had no pity in his heart	G2
For he had steel'd his breast	V
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Next thing a lancer with his lance	A2
Began to thrust away	M
I call'd for quarter but alas	J
It was not Quarter day	M
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He ran his spear right through my arm	H2
Just here above the joint	I2
O Patty dear it was no joke	J2
Although it had a point	I2
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With loss of blood I fainted off	K2
As dead as women do	A
But soon by charging over me	B2
The Coldstream brought me to	A
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With kicks and cuts and balls and blows	K
I throb and ache all over	R
I'm quite convinc'd the field of Mars	L2
Is not a field of clover	R
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O why did I a soldier turn	M2
For any royal Guelph	K2
I might have been a Butcher and	T
In business for myself	K2
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O why did I the bounty take	N2
And here he gasp'd for breath	O2
My shillingsworth of 'list is nail'd	P2
Upon the door of death	O2
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Without a coffin I shall lie	Q2
And sleep my sleep eternal	D
Not ev'n a shell my only chance	A2
Of being made a Kernel	D
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O Patty dear our wedding bells	R2
Will never ring at Chester	R
Here I must lie in Honor's bed	C
That isn't worth a tester	R
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Farewell my regimental mates	S2
With whom I used to dress	T2
My corps is changed and I am now	U2
In quite another mess	T2
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Farewell my Patty dear I have	K2
No dying consolations	V2
Except when I am dead you'll go	W2
And see th' Illuminations	V2

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