Lyrics: Isle Of St. Helena

Now Boney's away from his warring and fighting
He has gone to a place where nought can delight him
He may sit now and tell of the sights he has seen
While forlorn he does mourn on the Isle of St. Helena

No more in St. Claude will he appear in great splendor
Nor step forth from the crowd like the great Alexander
He may look to the east while he thinks on Lucana
With his heart full of woe on the Isle of St. Helena

The wild, rushing waves 'round our shores, they're a-washing
And the white billows heave on our rocks, they're a-lashing
He may look o'er the main to the great Mount Diana
With his eyes on the waves that surround St. Helena

Louise as she weeps, from her husband is parted
And she dreams while she sleeps and awakes broken-hearted
There is none to console her, though there's many would be with her
While alone she does mourn when she thinks of St. Helena

So all you that have wealth, beware of ambition
For there's some twist of fate could soon change your condition
Be steadfast in time, what's to come, change you cannot
For maybe your race will end on the Isle of St. Helena