Blue, Red and Blood
Arraign'd by Nations, the culprit stands
At Europe's bar, there uplift his hand
All the massacres that mark his reign
The bones that whiten Jaffa's plain
They bleach beneath the Northern sky
All on his head for retribution cry
Mercy will cease to plead
The man of blood to bleed
Bleed!
And with a mighty blow
Confound, defeat the foe
His eagle eye discerns from far
That moment which decides the war
To the plains of Waterloo belong
The magic numbers of immortal song
A Caesar's lyre should tell
How Brunswick died and Picton fell
How Ponsonby shar'd their fate
And join'd in death the gallant and the great
How laurell'd Wellington seiz'd the hour
Like lightning Buonaparte's power
Power!
And with a mighty blow
Confound, defeat the foe
His eagle eye discerns from far
That moment which decides the war
Ten times they charge and retire
Again they face the British fire
The veterans of Gallia yield
On Waterloo's triumphant field
Glorious
Blue, red and blood
Deuxième corps de lancers!
Attaquez Hougoumont!
En avant!
Vive la France!
Blue, red, blood!
Masses on our squares descend
They charge to meet their end
And countless warriors fall
Horses and horsemen strew the plain
And cannon mingled with the slain
One fate attends them all
The blood gives every bosom pain
But 'tis not shed in vain
To their death their country owes
Her high renown and Europe her repose
Forward, march!
For death and glory!
Ten times they charge and retire
Again they face the British fire
The veterans of Gallia yield
On Waterloo's triumphant field
And with a mighty blow
Confound, defeat the foe
His eagle eye discerns from far
That moment which decides, decides the war
Glorious
Blue, red and blood
Glorious, glorious Wellington
Blue, red and blood