Nic Jones - Napoleon's Lamentation lyrics

Attend, you sons of high renown To these few lines which I pen down: I was born to wear a stately crown And to rule a wealthy nation. I am the man that beat Beaulieu, At Wurmser's hill did then subdue; That great Archduke I overthrew, On every plain my men were slain. Grand travesty, did I obtain And I got capitulation. Well, we chased them on the Egyptian shore Where the Algerians lay all in their gore. The rights of France for to restore That had long been confiscated. We pursued them all through mud and mire Till in despair my men retired, And Moscow Town was set on fire. My men were lost through sleet and frost; I ne'er before received such a blast Since the hour I was created. Well, in Leipzig Town my soldiers fled, Mount Mark was strewn with the Russian dead. We marched them forth, in inveterate streams For to stop a bold invasion. So it's fare you well, my royal spouse, And offspring great to my adore, And may you reinstate that throne That's torn away this very day. These kings of me have made a prey And they've caused my lamentation.