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Grave Of Bonaparte

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[G]On a lone, barren isle, where the [C]wild, roaring [D]billows
Assail the stern rock and the [G]loud tempest [D]raves,
The [G]hero lies still where the [C]dew drooping [G]willows
Like [C]fond, weeping [G]mourners, lean [D]over his [G]grave

The [D]lightning may flash and the [G]loud thunder [C]rattle.
He eats not, [G]he hears not, he's [D]free f[A]rom all [D]pain.
He [G]sleeps his last sleep, he has [C]fought his last [G]battle.
No [C]sound can [G]awake him to [D]glory a[G]gain.
No sound can a[C]wake him to [D]glory a[G]gain.

[G]Oh shade of the mighty, where [C]now are the [D]legions
That rushed but to conquer, when [G]thou ledst them [D]on?  
A[G]las, they have perished in [C]far hilly [G]regions,
And [C]all, save the [G]fame, of their [D]triumph is [G]gone.

The [D]trumpet may sound and the [G]loud cannon [C]rattle.
They eat not, they [G]hear not, they're [D]free [A]from all [D]pain.
They [G]sleep their last sleep, they have [C]fought their last [G]battle.
No [C]sound can a[G]wake them to [D]glory a[G]gain.
No sound can a[C]wake them to [D]glory a[G]gain.

[G]Yet, spirit immortal, the [C]tomb cannot [D]bind thee.
For like thine own eagle, that [G]soared to the [D]Sun,
Thou [G]springest from bondage, and [C]leavest be[G]hind thee,
A [C]name which, be[G]fore thee, no [D]mortal had [G]won.

Tho' [D]nations may combat, and [G]war's thunder [C]rattle,
No more on thy [G]steed wilt thou [D]sweep [A]o'er the [D]plain.
Thou [G]sleep'st thy last sleep, thou hast [C]fought thy last [G]battle.
No [C]sound can a[G]wake thee to [D]glory a[G]gain.
No sound can a[C]wake thee to [D]glory a[G]gain.

On a lone, barren isle, where the wild, roaring billows
Assail the stern rock and the loud tempest raves,
The hero lies still where the dew drooping willows
Like fond, weeping mourners, lean over his grave

The lightning may flash and the loud thunder rattle.
He eats not, he hears not, he's free from all pain.
He sleeps his last sleep, he has fought his last battle.
No sound can awake him to glory again.
No sound can awake him to glory again.

Oh shade of the mighty, where now are the legions
That rushed but to conquer, when thou ledst them on?
Alas, they have perished in far hilly regions,
And all, save the fame, of their triumph is gone.

The trumpet may sound and the loud cannon rattle.
They eat not, they hear not, they're free from all pain.
They sleep their last sleep, they have fought their last battle.
No sound can awake them to glory again.
No sound can awake them to glory again.

Yet, spirit immortal, the tomb cannot bind thee.
For like thine own eagle, that soared to the Sun,
Thou springest from bondage, and leavest behind thee,
A name which, before thee, no mortal had won.

Tho' nations may combat, and war's thunder rattle,
No more on thy steed wilt thou sweep o'er the plain.
Thou sleep'st thy last sleep, thou hast fought thy last battle.
No sound can awake thee to glory again.
No sound can awake thee to glory again.

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