Loss of one Hero

Come all you lovers that are true and constant,
Attend unto my mournful song,
Come pity my sad situation,
For in this world I can?t live long,
All for the loss of my sweet William;
He is the lad I do adore,
For in the wars he got wounded,
I never shall see sweet William more.
When first my lover he enlisted,
He went on to cross the main,
And like a hero fought so boldly,
Thro? Portugal, thro? France & Spain,
Until the last decisive battle,
?Twas there was struck the fatal blow,
There my sweet William was mortally wounded,
All on the plains of Waterloo.
My William wrote me a letter,
As he lay bleeding in his gore,
Farewell Nancy my charming creature,
Never alive you?ll see me more,
I know that you did love me dearly,
Though inconstant I have been,
Had I lived to have seen it over,
Married to you I should have been,
Farewell Nancy my charming creature,
My mortal breath I must resign.
I now that thou didst love me dearly,
But do not now for my repine,
Farewell vain world I?ll give up to you,
And all the joys I?ll bid adieu,
For here my shatter?d bones must moulder
All on the plains of Waterloo.
My William was tall and handsome,
I speak not lie but tell the truth,
Near six feet high made in proportion,
Indeed he was a clever youth,
Now Nancy she lies broken hearted,
She?s full of sorrow grief and woe,
All for the loss of her sweet William,
Who was kill?d at Waterloo.
This news was heard for lovely Nancy,
When these few lines she did receive,
To hear her love was mortally wounded,
And never to have a silent grave,
O cruel death why didst thou rob me,
Of the only lad I do adore,
Now stop my breath and let me follow,
For in this world I can?t rest no more,