"Come all you natives far and near Come listen to my story... Boni would not be content Until he was master of the whole world." He divorces his wife, fights the church, fights England, fails at Waterloo, and is exiled
Bonaparte Complete text(s) *** A *** From Huntington, Songs the Whalemen Sang, pp. 209-211. From the 1834 journal of the L. C. Richmond of Salem. Huntington reports that the manuscript copy calls the song "Bonny Parte." Come all you natives far and near Com listen to my song and story Of these few lines you soon shall hear How soon a man is deprived of glory Ambition it will have its fling Fortune backwards it will twiddle Boni would not be content Until he was master of the whole world Fal de ral etc. He says my wife I will divorce My dignity is far above her She gives free scope to all the world And I will have another lover Pope and priest I will subdue They know I am a bold adventurer And like St. Ruth my name shall rue Since I became the royal emperor He says I will rise above the moon And climb the air through snow and thunder And rise up like an air balloon And cause all nations for to wonder There is no man can turn my head I can tear down the walls of China Not dreaming of a countermand For to embark for St. Helena Boni was a hero bold He was the terror of the whole dominion He would form a plan and raise a scheme That would bring thousands to their ruin For peace with Briton he would not make He says their wooden walls I will shiver Old England's Isle I'll over and take And immortalize my name forever To Waterloo his troops he drew He says my boys I will never surrender All nations we will rule and take Like the glorious Alexander But Wellington he took the field The British boys they thought to baffed them At last poor Boni was forced to yield And run on board the Baldorphan* Now mark the fate of this great man He thought all nations to subdue them He would form a plan and raise a scheme That would bring thousands to their ruin It is now my darling wife he cried Fairer than Eland or bright Dianah It is for you I lament for life Within my bounds on St. Helena * i.e. Bellerophon
This seems to be the only text of this song known; it may never have gone into tradition. But I decided to include it to show the wealth of Napoleon songs.