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THE DRUMMER BOY OF WATERLOO (YOUNG EDWARD) Sung by: A.C. McGouyrk Recorded in Jamestown, AR 7/29/62 Click here to listen to the original recording In battle roamed each warlike band, And . . . their trumpet blew. Young Edward left his native land, A drummer boy for Waterloo. They went beneath the set of sun With flashing arms and rolling guns. A flash of death, their murderous gun Now laid him low at Waterloo. "There's comrades come," young Edward cried, And proudly beamed his eyes of blue. Go tell my mother Edward died A drummer boy at Waterloo." (Mrs. Peel: "They placed his head . . .") They placed his head all on a drum Beneath the moonlight's mournful hue. (Mrs. Peel: "The night was still.") The night was still, their battle hummed. They dug his grave at Waterloo. Also found in Randolph, Vol. I, #82, "Young Edward"; Brown, Vol. II, #123, "The Drummer Boy of Waterloo." |
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