And then he slept, without his ever fearing
For British soldiers conquering o'er the world.
And then he slept, &c.
Rememb'rest thou the bloody Albuera!
The deadly breach in Badajoz's walls!
Vittoria! Salamanca! Talavera!
Till Roncesvalles echoed to our balls!
Ha! how we drove the Frenchmen all before us,
As foam is driven before the stormy breeze!
We fought right on, with conquering banners o'er us,