All you people who live at home easy And are far from the trials of war Never knowing the danger of battle But are safe with your families secure Know you, the long scythe of destruction Has been sweeping the nations all around But it never yet cut with the keenness That it did on the eighteenth of June It began about five in the morning And it lasted 'til seven at night All the people stood 'round in amazement They had never yet seen such a sight And the thunder of five hundred cannons Proclaimed that the battle was on And the moon in the sky overshone all Recording the eighteenth of June And what a sad heart had poor Boney To take up instead of a crown And to canter from Brussels to Paris Lamenting the eighteenth of June All you young girls with sweethearts out yonder That go daily to buy the black gown 'Tis one thousand to one I will lay you Your love fell on the eighteenth of June Sixty thousand stout-hearted brave soldiers Who died made an awful bold tune And it's many's the girl will remember With sorrow the eighteenth of June And what a sad heart had poor Boney To take up instead of a crown And it's many's the girl will remember With sorrow the eighteenth of June