Drummer Boy For Waterloo
Essex instrumentalists Mawkin and BBC Radio 2 horizon nominee Jim Causley h… Read Full Bio ↴Essex instrumentalists Mawkin and BBC Radio 2 horizon nominee Jim Causley have formed to create one hell of a boyband! Both components of the Mawkin:Causley collaboration have their own well-founded claims to success. BBC Radio 2 have acknowledged both Mawkin’s guitarist David Delarre and Jim Causley as variously a Young Folk Award finalist and a Horizon Award nominee, whilst reviewers have consistently celebrated Mawkin’s and Causley’s considerable achievements.

Essex boys Mawkin have played over fifty festivals in the past four years, perfecting their live performances whilst amassing an incredibly dedicated following.

The combination of punchy melodeon, driving violin, earthy guitar and solid bass is showcased beautifully within the band’s 2006 debut album ‘The Fair Essex’, which MOJO’s Colin Irwin has described as ‘unconditionally mighty’. Meanwhile Jim Causley’s richly bittersweet tones have been widely recognised as sensitive, hypnotic and fiercely traditional.

Stirrings Magazine’s Raymond Greenoake has claimed that Causley is ‘a man to watch’, which is true both in metaphorical and literal terms as a result of Causley’s rousing stage presence. Luckily, Causley’s intelligently charming debut, ‘Fruits Of The Earth’, parallels his spellbinding live performances, which will leave Mawkin:Causley fans eagerly anticipating a collaborative album. Now with the BBC Radio 2 Folk Award nomination for “Best Group” behind them and an album pencilled in for April 2009 it should be an exciting year for the collaboration.
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Drummer Boy For Waterloo
Mawkin:Causley Lyrics


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@Bearded_Tattooed_Guy

When battle rous'd each warlike band,
And carnage loud her trumpet blew;
Young Edwin left his native land,
A drummer boy for Waterloo.
His mother, when his lips she press'd,

And bade her noble boy adieu,
With wringing hands and aching breast,
Beheld him march for Waterloo,

But he that knew no infant fears,
His knapsack o'er his shoulder threw

And cried: dear mother, dry those tears
Till I return from Waterloo.
He went—and e'er the set of sun
Beheld our arms the foe subdue,
The flash of death—the murd'rous gun,
Had laid him low at Waterloo.

"O comrades! comrades!" Edwin cried,
And proudly beam'd his eye of blue,
"Go, tell my mother, Edwin died,
A Soldier's death at Waterloo."
They plac'd his head upon his drum,
And 'neath the moonlights mournful hue
When night had still'd the battles hum.
They dug his grave at Waterloo.



All comments from YouTube:

@Sammy1234568910

"nothing except a battle lost can be half so melancholy as a battle won." - 1st Duke of Wellington

@99IronDuke

Good stuff. I will play this on my Waterloo Day stream.

@patrioticarchive

Thanks Duke

@tankythemagnorite9855

Great song. Happy Waterloo day. RIP Edwin.

@Ethelred966

What a beautiful song. Brings a tiny tear to my eye to think of all the brave Tommies.

@liamh2001

What a beautiful song. Even with upbeat and glorious songs like the girl I left behind me and soldiers of the queen, the most important songs to sing and remember are the soldiers' laments.

For those interested, I would also recommend German songs like Der treue Husar and Ich hat eine Kameraden or Fabrizio d'André's La guerra di Piero

@forhonor6859

Beautiful, I shed tear while listening to it, I wish the world could hear this song once.

@Bearded_Tattooed_Guy

When battle rous'd each warlike band,
And carnage loud her trumpet blew;
Young Edwin left his native land,
A drummer boy for Waterloo.
His mother, when his lips she press'd,

And bade her noble boy adieu,
With wringing hands and aching breast,
Beheld him march for Waterloo,

But he that knew no infant fears,
His knapsack o'er his shoulder threw

And cried: dear mother, dry those tears
Till I return from Waterloo.
He went—and e'er the set of sun
Beheld our arms the foe subdue,
The flash of death—the murd'rous gun,
Had laid him low at Waterloo.

"O comrades! comrades!" Edwin cried,
And proudly beam'd his eye of blue,
"Go, tell my mother, Edwin died,
A Soldier's death at Waterloo."
They plac'd his head upon his drum,
And 'neath the moonlights mournful hue
When night had still'd the battles hum.
They dug his grave at Waterloo.

@Viper97Gaming

🇬🇧 God bless the heroes of Waterloo. Who defeated Napoleon Bonaparte. 🇬🇧

@TheIrishvolunteer

Fair dues to the British but just remember they were in an Anglo-Dutch army.
They also got a LOT of help from the Prussians

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