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NOW Boney is awa'

From his warring and fightin',

He is gone to the place

That be ne’er can delight in;

He may sit now and tell

Of the scenes he hath seen a'.

While forlorn he doth mourn

In the Isle of St. Helena.

No more at St. Cloud's

He ll appear in great splendor;

Nor go forth with his crowds,

Like the great Alexander.

He may sigh to the winds,

By the great mount Diana,

With his eye o er the waves

That surrounds St. Helena.

Now Lousiana weeps

For her husband departed;

She dreams while she sleeps,

And she wakes broken hearted.

Not a friend to condole,

Even those that might, they winna;