Songwriter(s): Traditional, source: Steve Turner
Now Bony he has gone from his wars all a-fightin' He has gone to the place where he takes no delight in. And there he may sit down and tell the sights he's seen of When full long doth he mourn on the Isle of St. Helena. No more in St. Cloud will he'll appear in great splendor Nor step forth from the crowdlike the great Alexander, He may look to the east , while he thinks of Hana, with is heart full of war, on the Isle of St. Helena The wide rushing waves all around the shores a-washin' And the wide billows heaves on the wild rocks are dashin'. He may look over the main to the great Mount Diana With his eyes on the waves that surround St. Helena. Oh, Louisy she weeps for her husband's departin' And she dreams while she sleeps and she wakes broken-hearted. There is none to console her, thought there is many to be with her While alone she does mourn while she thinks of St. Helena. So you that have wealth, beware of ambition For there is some twist of fate could soon change your condition. Be steadfast in time what's to come change you cannot For maybe your race will end on the Isle of St. Helena.