Usher in the rally cries 
Revolution's here again 
The emperor's bond's are broken 
And free he shall remain 

Escape, though narrow, Was demand 
While his reign remained in view 
This fight for France, Till bitter end 
He must see it Through 

Coalition forms of many lands 
Against Napoleon, West to East 
Dogs of war will take to arms 
And soon will be unleashed 
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All follow British lead 
At allies' helm is Wellington 
Who must make his Foe concede 
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Foreshadowed man of destiny 
Soon you will be force to see 
Nations aligning against you 
Marking the time your reign is through 
...And you will see your hundred days [bad word] to an end 
Foreshadowed man of destiny 
Soon you will be forced to see 
Nations aligning against you 
Marking the time your reign is through 
...It lies before you, fate shall befall you 

Quickly, the allies gather force 
Near the Franco-Belgian line 
While 124,000 French 
March there in double time 

As the battle begins 
Napoleon springs his audacious plan 
He'll attack them on two fronts 
Splitting up his warring Band 

As the [bad word] sound retreat 
Behind they leave 12,000 slain 
Most of their force is still in tact 
And will live to fight again 

Wellington, Who felt the loss of 5,000 men 
Would feel more under cannon fire 
Bombardment from the French 

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Bridge 
Of all the wars I have waged 
To propel my nations might 
For this I'll be remembered 
From now 'till the end of time 
If to the victor go the spoils 
I may die an impoverished man 
For in the end, Irony 
Has dealt the [bad word] hand

The French Force was swift and sure
but their attack would be repelled.
And though their center battered
the Anglo-Dutch line would be held.

As fate or skill would have it
an army moves in from the east.
The [bad word] who slipped out of his hands
would soon spell his defeat.

The French lines now are broken
and being open to attack.
The Emperor has no choice 
and the Old Guard pulls him back

There were 45,000 wounded or dead
when the fight was finally through
On a three mile square battlefield
at a town named Waterloo.

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