John Wall Callcott - Waterloo - текст песни (слова)

Farewell sad field, whose blighted face
 Wears desolation's with'ring trace;
 Long shall thy memory retain
 Thy shattered huts, thy trampled grain;
 With ev'ry mark of martial wrong
 That scathes thy towers, fair Hougoumont.
 Yet tho' thy garden's green arcade
 The marksman's fatal spot was made,
 Tho' on the shattered beeches fell
 The blended rage of shot and shell,
 Tho' from thy blackened portals torn
 Their fall the blighted fruit-trees mourn,
 Say, has not havoc bought a name
 Immortal in the rolls of fame?
 Yes! Agincourt may be forgot,
 And Cressy be an unknown spot,
 And Blenheim's name be new;
 But still in story and in song
 Through many an age remembered long,
 Shall live the towers of Hougoumont
 And the fields of Waterloo.