Young Willie Riley, appeared in my view.
He was my chief comrade, in famed Waterloo.
If you look on his shoulders, it's there you'll behold,
His name and his surname in letters of gold.
We fought for three days till the fourth afternoon,
He received his death summons on the 18th of June.
And when he lay dying, I heard his last cry,
"Adieu, my dear Nancy, contented I would die, would die,
My pretty fair maid, will you come with me,
We'd both join in wedlock and married we would be.
I'd dress you in rich festures,
You'd appear like a queen,
With your fine costly robes, the fairest I've ever seen...
And it's Nancy, lovely Nancy,
It was me you wouldn't have had,
In your father's garden the night we did part."
Forever I'll wander, and shun all in view,
Since the last i loved dearly, died in famed Waterloo."
Young Willie Riley appeared in my view,
He was my chief comrade in famed Waterloo...