We've paid in [bad word] since Moscow burned 
As Cossacks tear us piece by piece 
Our dead are strewn a hundred leagues 
Though death would be a sweet release 

And our Grande Armée is dressed in rags 
frozen starving beggar band 
Like rats we steal each other's scraps 
Fall to fighting hand to hand 

Save my soul from evil, Lord 
And heal this soldier's heart 
I'll [bad word] in thee to keep me, Lord 
I'm done with Bonaparte 

What dreams he made for us to dream 
Spanish skies, Egyptian sands 
The world was ours, we marched upon 
Our little [bad word] 
And I lost an eye at Austerlitz 
The sabre slash yet gives me pain 
My one [bad word] love awaits me still 
The flower of the Aquitaine 

Save my soul from evil, Lord 
And heal this soldier's heart 
I'll [bad word] in thee to keep me, Lord 
I'm done with Bonaparte 

I pray for her who prays for me 
safe return to my belle France 
We prayed these wars would end all wars 
In war we know is no romance 

And I pray our child will never see 
little Corporal again 
Point toward a foreign shore 
Captivate the hearts of men 

Save my soul from evil, Lord 
And heal this soldier's heart 
I'll [bad word] in thee to keep me, Lord 
I'm done with Bonaparte

CREDITS
Mark Knopfler: guitars
Donal Lunny: bouzouki
Liam O'Flynn: Uillean pipes
Paul Brady: whistle
Sean Keane: violin
Máirtin O'Connor: accordion
Paul Moore: bass
Robbie Casserley: [bad word]