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and here is the ring that was broken between us in the midst of all danger, love, to remind me of you

by elizabeth veldon

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this was suggested by june tabor's singing of 'the plains of waterloo'

As I rode out one fine summer's morning
Down by the gay banks of a clear pearling stream,
There I spied a handsome fair maid making sad lamentations,
Oh, I threw myself in ambush to hear her sad strains.

Through the woods she marched along, caused the valleys to ring-o,
The fine feathered songsters around her they flew,
Saying, “The wars they are all over and peace it is restored again,
But yet my Willie's not returning from the plains of Waterloo.”

Well, I stepped up to this fair maid and said, “My fond creature,
Oh, may I make so bold as to ask your true love's name?
For it's I've been in battle where the cannons around rattle
And by some strange fortune I might have known the same.”

“Willie Smith me true love's name is, hero of great fame,
He's gone and he's left me in sorrow, it's true.
No-one shall me enjoy but me own darling boy,
But yet he's not returning from the plains of Waterloo.”

“Well, if Willie Smith's your true love's name, he's a hero of great fame,
He and I have been in battle through many's the long campaign.
Through Italy and Russia, through Germany and Prussia,
Oh, he was me loyal comrade through France and through Spain.”

“Until at length by the French we were surrounded,
Like the heroes of old we did them subdue.
We did fight for three days until we did defeat him,
That brave Napoleon Boney on the plains of Waterloo.”

“Now the eighteenth day of June, it is end of that battle,
Leaving many's the bold hero to sigh and to mourn.
Oh, the war drums they did beat and the cannons around did rattle,
It was by a French soldier your Willie he was slain.”

“And as I passed by there where he lay a-bleeding,
Oh, I scarcely had time for to bid him adieu.
In a faltering voice these words he was repeating,
Fare the well, me lovely Annie, you are far from Waterloo.“

Now when this lovely fair maid heard this sad acclamation
Oh, but her rosy cheeks turned pale and wan.
And when I saw this fair maid making sad lamentations,
Oh, I said, “Me lovely Annie, I am that very one.”

“And here is the ring that was broken between us,
In the midst of all danger, love, to remind me of you.”
And when she saw the token, she fell into me arms crying,
“You're welcome, dearest Willie, from the plains of Waterloo.”

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released August 19, 2017

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elizabeth veldon UK

i am a sound artist and sort-of academic researching themes of labour and hierarchies in art.

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