It’s now the dreadful night comes on, how dismal is the plain,
When the Prussians, and the English found above ten thousand slain, (sic)
Brave Wellington, and Blucher, bold, most nobly drove their foes,
And Buonaparte’s Imperial Crown was taken at Waterloo.
We followed up the rear till the middle of the night,
We gave them three cheers as they were on their flight,
Says Bony, d——n those Englishmen, they do bear such a name,
They beat me here at Waterloo, at Portugal and Spain.
Now peace be to their honoured souls who fell that glorious day,
May the plough ne’er raise their bones, nor cut the sacred clay;
But let the place remain a waste, a terror to the foe,
And when trembling Frenchmen pass that way, they’ll think of Waterloo.
The visit of George IV. to Scotland was purely one of pleasure. There being no railways, and posting being fatiguing, he went by sea, embarking at Greenwich on August 10, 1822, and arriving at Leith on the 14th, not landing, however, till the next day. His visit was not remarkable for anything except the multiplicity of his costumes. He embarked dressed as a private individual; he landed as an Admiral; he dined in full Highland costume (when Sir Walter Scott acted as principal Steward); and at another dinner posed as a Field Marshal. He did very little during his stay, leaving Scotland on August 29, arriving at Greenwich on September 1.
A NEW SONG CALLED
KING GEORGE IV.’S WELCOME TO SCOTLAND.
Lang time we’ve waited for our king,
That he might caper, rant and fling,
And lightly dance and gladly sing,
You’re welcome, Royal Geordie.
Chorus.
But oh! you’re lang a-coming,
Lang, lang, lang a-coming,
O dinna be so lang a-coming,
Come awa, King Geordie.
Than Glasgow town there is not one,
In a’ your great and glorious lan’,
Who’d turn out a truer ban’,
To guard their Royal Geordie.