Song of waterloo
They fought in solid wellformed squares
repelling many a blow
and not a man among them cares
for his life or for the foe

<They nobly fought they nobly died
forthwith they nobly stood
Twas dee
And as they fell they nobly cried
by many a field and wood>

Mingled in death foot horse and all
And mingled too in fight
the dying to the <others> <living> others call
to exercise their might

Together locked were helmets shields
and in the fierce affray
the land that once was blooming fields
all drooping trampled lay

<loud loud was called victory>
once loud loud was the vict<o>’ry cry
twas cried by the foe
but the warlike british <quickly> speedily
Their valour made them know

O Wellington there thou wast brave
There thou wast bold indeed
Studious thy soldiers lives to save
And yet to victry lead

Up Guards and at them was the cry
A joyous cry indeed
Then with impetuosity
Thou didst thy soldiers lead.

<Fierce was the war <french british died> and on the land
French died while dieing [strike or stroke(?)]
[strike or stroke(?)] with the force of dying hand
at sword or gun or pike>