The Battle of Waterloo

’Twas in the year 1815, and on the 18th day of June,
That British cannon, against the French army, loudly did boom,
Upon the ever memorable bloody field of Waterloo;
Which Napoleon remembered while in St. Helena, and bitterly did rue.

The morning of the 18th was gloomy and cheerless to behold,
But the British soon recovered from the severe cold
That they had endured the previous rainy night;
And each man prepared to burnish his arms for the coming fight.

Then the morning passed in mutual arrangements for battle,
And the French guns, at half-past eleven, loudly did rattle;
And immediately the order for attack was given,
Then the bullets flew like lightning till the Heaven’s seemed riven.

The place from which Bonaparte viewed the bloody field
Was the farmhouse of La Belle Alliance, which some protection did yield;
And there he remained for the most part of the day,
Pacing to and fro with his hands behind him in doubtful dismay.

The Duke of Wellington stood upon a bridge behind La Haye,
And viewed the British army in all their grand array,
And where danger threatened most the noble Duke was found
In the midst of shot and shell on every side around.

Hougemont was the key of the Duke of Wellington’s position,
A spot that was naturally very strong, and a great acquisition
To the Duke and his staff during the day,
Which the Coldstream Guards held to the last, without dismay.

The French 2nd Corps were principally directed during the day
To carry Hougemont farmhouse without delay;
So the farmhouse in quick succession they did attack,
But the British guns on the heights above soon drove them back.

But still the heavy shot and shells ploughed through the walls;
Yet the brave Guards resolved to hold the place no matter what befalls;
And they fought manfully to the last, with courage unshaken,
Until the tower of Hougemont was in a blaze but still it remained untaken.

By these desperate attacks Napoleon lost ten thousand men,
And left them weltering in their gore like sheep in a pen;
And the British lost one thousand men– which wasn’t very great,
Because the great Napoleon met with a crushing defeat.

The advance of Napoleon on the right was really very fine,
Which was followed by a general onset upon the British line,
In which three hundred pieces of artillery opened their cannonade;
But the British artillery played upon them, and great courage displayed.

For ten long hours it was a continued succession of attacks;
Whilst the British cavalry charged them in all their drawbacks;
And the courage of the British Army was great in square at Waterloo,
Because hour after hour they were mowed down in numbers not a few.

At times the temper of the troops had very nearly failed,
Especially amongst the Irish regiments who angry railed;
And they cried: ” When will we get at them? Show us the way
That we may avenge the death of our comrades without delay”

“But be steady and cool, my brave lads,” was their officers’ command,
While each man was ready to charge with gun in hand;
Oh, Heaven! if was pitiful to see their comrades lying around,
Dead and weltering in their gore, and cumbering the ground.

It was a most dreadful sight to behold,
Heaps upon heaps of dead men lying stiff and cold;
While the cries of the dying was lamentable to hear;
And for the loss Of their comrades many a soldier shed a tear.

Men and horses fell on every aide around,
Whilst heavy cannon shot tore up the ground;
And musket balls in thousands flew,
And innocent blood bedewed the field of Waterloo.

Methinks I see the solid British square,
Whilst the shout of the French did rend the air,
As they rush against the square of steel.
Which forced them back and made them reel.

And when a gap was made in that square,
The cry of “Close up! Close up!” did rend the air,
“And charge them with your bayonets, and make them fly!
And Scotland for ever! be the cry.”

The French and British closed in solid square,
While the smoke of the heavy cannonade darkened the air;
Then the noble Picton deployed his division into line,
And drove back the enemy in a very short time.

Then Lord Anglesey seized on the moment, and charging with the Greys,
Whilst the Inniskillings burst through everything, which they did always;
Then the French infantry fell in hundreds by the swords of the Dragoons;
Whilst the thundering of the cannonade loudly booms.

And the Eagles of the 45th and 105th were all captured that day,
And upwards of 2000 prisoners, all in grand array;
But, alas! at the head of his division, the noble Picton fell,
While the Highlanders played a lament for him they loved so well.

Then the French cavalry receded from the square they couldn’t penetrate,
Still Napoleon thought to weary the British into defeat;
But when he saw his columns driven back in dismay,
He cried, “How beautifully these English fight, but they must give way.”

And well did British bravery deserve the proud encomium,
Which their enduring courage drew from the brave Napoleon;
And when the close column of infantry came on the British square,
Then the British gave one loud cheer which did rend the air.

Then the French army pressed forward at Napoleon’s command,
Determined, no doubt, to make a bold stand;
Then Wellington cried, ” Up Guards and break their ranks through,
And chase the French invaders from off the field of Waterloo!”

Then, in a moment, they were all on their feet,
And they met the French, sword in hand, and made them retreat;
Then Wellington in person directed the attack,
And at every point and turning the French were beaten back.

And the road was choked and encumbered with the dead;
And, unable to stand the charge, the French instantly fled,
And Napoleon’s army of yesterday was now a total wreck,
Which the British manfully for ten long hours held in check.

Then, panic-struck, the French were forced to yield,
And Napoleon turned his charger’s head, and fled from the field,
With his heart full of woe, no doubt
Exclaiming, “Oh, Heaven! my noble army has met with a total rout!”

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Comments (3) »

  1. John L. Horsham
    In the year 2013, on the 25th day of February at 2:55 pm

    I am in the process of writing my third book of poetry and am researching work on the subject of ‘Waterloo’. I had heard that Macgonnogall had little talent to speak of and having read his effort on this subject I can only but agree! His attempts at rhyme and meter are so bad as to make one squirm! He had little facility with words and it appears from this poem that he never had even a cursory proof read of his work. What he initially scribbled became the completed item! Who ever told this guy he was a poet was unkind! If it were no so bad it would be comical! However, he is not alone, sifting through the efforts of other poets on this rich subject, a great deal of it is bearly comprehensible! Just why poets set out to confuse their poor readers by using unintelligible prose can only be cloak for their lack of genuine talent!

    My 3rd book of poetry is entitled; ‘Times of War’ from which all the proceeds of the Pilot Edition will be donated to Regimental Association of Special Air Service. Forgive my immodesty but if I don’t make a better job of War Poetry than the ones I have been reading —- then I will top myself!!!!

  2. StStamen Metodiev Stoichkov
    In the year 2013, on the 28th day of August at 4:48 pm

    I sow the decided Charge of the British Calvarly and much more impressed from the Spirit of the Iron Duke who allows me to capt why the UK has been ever unique.
    Sofia,28/08/2013 19.00 EEST

  3. Stephen Midgley
    In the year 2014, on the 10th day of February at 9:37 am

    It’s hard luck on old Marshal Blücher that he and his Prussians don’t even get a mention! Perhaps our poet couldn’t come up with a rhyme for him.

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