Isle of Saint Helena

Isle of Saint Helena - Frank Harte/Donal Lunny

Now Bony he has gone from his wars all a fightin

He has gone to the place where he takes no delight in

And there he may sit down and tell the sights he's seen of

When full long doth he mourn on the Isle of St Helena

No more in St Cloud will he'll appear in great splendor

Nor step forth from the crowdlike the great Alexander

He may look to the east while he thinks of Hana

With is heart full of war on the Isle of St Helena

The wide rushing waves all around the shores a-washin

And the wide billows heaves on the wild rocks are dashin

He may look over the main to the great Mount Diana

With his eyes on the waves that surround St Helena

Louisy she weeps for her husband's departin

And she dreams while she sleeps and she wakes broken hearted

There is none to console her

Thought there is many to be with her

While alone she does mourn while she thinks of St Helena

So you that have wealth beware of ambition

For there is some twist of fate could soon change your condition

Be steadfast in time what's to come change you cannot

For maybe your race will end on the Isle of St Helena