1."Comrades, comrades!" Edmund cried,
And quickly closed his eyes of blue;
The charge of death, that murderous gun,
It laid him low at Waterloo.
2.When the battle rose, each warlike band,
Young Edmund bid his eyes adieu;"
Go tell my mother Edmund died,
The drummer boy of Waterloo."
3.All the night the battle hummed,
They dug his grave at Waterloo;
Oh, mother, mother," Edmund cried,
"Go tell my mother Edmund died."
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Source: Folk Song of the Catskills Cazden, Haufrecht and Studner ISBN: o-87385-580-3.
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Roud: 1804 (Search Roud index at VWML)