CHORUS.
Britannia weep and mourn, his loss all may deplore,
That conquering hero Wellington, alas, he is no more.
The destructive wars of Europe does not disturb him now,
Great laurels of bright victory sit smiling on his brow,
For the burning sands of India he trac’d with valour bright,
And against that daring Tippoo Saib so valiant he did fight.
Where cannons loud did rattle, spread death and sad dismay,
The Duke was always ready with his men to lead the way.
Fortified cities he laid low, that general of renown,