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The downfall of Paris, and Bonaparte dethron'd (1814)
The Downfall of Paris, and Bonaparte Dethron'd
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THE

DOWNFALL OF PARIS,

AND

Bonaparte Dethron’d.




Great News I have to tell you all,
of Bonaparte and a' that,
How Paris it has got a fall,
He lost his plans and a' that;
chorus.
Rise up John Bu l, rise up and sing
Your chanter loudly blaw that;
Long live our auld and worthy King,
Success to Britons, a' that

When Bonaaarte, the rogue, began
to be o King, and a' that
He laid his vile and cur'sed plan
to rob and plunder a' that.
Rise up &c.
At Jaffa, first with poison strong,
he turn'd to murder, a' that,
And thousand sent to sleep in death,
A very dreadful law that!
Rise up &c.
Says Bonaparte, I'll be a King,
And rule in France, and a' that;
The Devil to my help I’ll bring,
my trusty friend, and a’ that,
Rise up, &c.
So off run Boney for the Crown,
the Throns and Sceptre, a' that;
All other Kings he knock'd them down,
and plunder’d them, and a' that.
Rise up &c.
And thus the rogue goes on and steals,
contrary to each law that,
Till Wellington's come at his heels,
and made him run for a' that.
Rise up &c.
Says Wellington, You rogue, begone,
My men are heroes a' that;
I'll make you tumble from your throne,
with shells and shot, and a' that.
Rise up &c.
Says Bonaparte Good day, good day,
Lord Wellington and a' that,
With you I can no longer stay,
Then fare you well and a' that.
Rise up &
So Bonaparte was chac'd about,
Boudeaux it fell, and a' that;
His scatter’d army took the rout,
o’er hids and mountains, a' that.
Rise up &c.
Now Paris' fallen fallen low,
the pride or France, and a' that;
And Boney sinks beneath the blow,
dethron'd, disgrac'd, and a' that.
Rise up, &c.
The tyrant falls, he tumbles down,
Huzza! he falls, and a' that,
No more to wear the Bourbons' Crown,
or rule in France, and a' that.
Rise up &c.
He's lost the game, and lost the race,
his honour blasted, a' that;
May freedom’s sons soon end the chace,
Huzza for Peace, and a' that.

CHORUS.
Rise up, John Bull rise up and sing,
Your chanter loudly blaw that,
Long live our auld and worthy King,
Success to Britons, a' that.



This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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