The Isle Of Helana Key Of A Major
[A]Oh, Bon[E]ey's a[D]way from his [E]wars and his f[A]ightings,
He has [A]gone [E]to a [D]land where [E]naught can
de[A]light him.
And [A]there he [E]may sit [A]down and tell the [E]scenes he's seen, o,
While a[A]lone [E]he does
[D]mourn on the [E]isle of Saint He[A]lena.
Oh, Louisa she weeps for her husband's departing.
She dreams when she sleeps, and she wakes broken-hearted.
Not
a friend to console her, though there's many would be with her,
And she mourns when she thinks on the isle of Saint Helena.
Oh, the rude, rushing waves o'er the oceans are fleeting,
And the loud billows' roar on the shore's rocks are
beating.
He may look to the moon o'er the great Mount Diana,
With his eyes o'er the waves that roll round Saint Helena.
No more in Saint Cloud he'll be seen in such splendour,
Or go on with his wars like the great Alexander,
For
the young King of Rome and the prince of Gehenna
Have caused him to die on the isle of Saint Helena.
Oh, you parliament of England and you Holy Alliance,
To a prisoner of war, you may now bid defiance.
For
your base intrigues and your base misdemeanors
Have caused him to die on the isle of Saint Helena.
All you who have wealth, beware of ambition,
For a small twist of fate could soon change your condition.
Be
steadfast in time, for what's to come you know not,
Or your days they may end, like his, on Saint Helena