THE ISLE ST. HELENA 4/4 (Traditional)
Lyrics and chords fit Mary Black’s version. Bridge-parts (G-C-D-C-Am-G) are optional.

 

Intro:  G-C-D-C-Am-G   G-C-D-C-Am-G  G-C-D-C-Am-G   G-D

Now (G)Boney’s a(C)way from his (D)warring and (G)fighting. -C-D-C-Am-G
He has (G)gone (D)to a (C)place where (D)nought can de(G)light him. -C
He may (G)sit (D)now and (C)tell of the (G)sites he has (D)seen, oh,
While for(G)lorn (D)he does (C)mourn on the (D)Isle of St. He(G)lena. -C-D-C-Am-G

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No (G)more in St. (C)Claude will he a(D)ppear in great (G)splendor -C-D-C-Am-G
Nor step (G)forth (D)from the (C)crowd like the (D)great Ale(G)xander -C
He may (G)look (D)to the (C)east while he (G)thinks on Lu(D)cana
With his (G)heart (D)full of (C)woe on the (D)Isle of St. He(G)lena -C-D-C-Am-G

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The (G)wild, rushing (C)waves 'round our (D)shores, they're a-(G)washing -C-D-C-Am-G
And the (G)white (D)billows (C)heave on our (D)rocks, they're a-(G)lashing -C
He may (G)look (D)o'er the (C)main to the (G)great Mount Di(D)ana
With his (G)eyes (D)on the (C)waves that sur(D)round St. He(G)lena -C-D-C-Am-G

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Instrumental verse

 

Louise (G)as she (C)weeps, from her (D)husband is (G)parted -C-D-C-Am-G
And she (G)dreams (D)while she (C)sleeps and a(D)wakes broken-(G)hearted -C
There is (G)none (D)to con(C)sole her, though there's (G)many would be (D)with her
While a(G)lone (D)she does (C)mourn when she (D)thinks of St. He(G)lena -C-D-C-Am-G

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So all (G)you that have (C)wealth, be(D)ware of am(G)bition -C-D-C-Am-G
For there's (G)some (D)twist of (C)fate could soon (D)change your con(G)dition -C
Be (G)stead(D)fast in (C)time, what's to (G)come, change you (D)cannot
For (G)maybe your (D)race will (C)end on the (D)Isle of St. He(G)lena -C-D-C-Am-G

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Instrumental verse

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[A]Oh, Bon[E]ey's a[D]way from his [E]wars and his f[A]ightings,
He has [A]gone [E]to a [D]land where [E]naught can de[A]light him.
And [A]there he [E]may sit [A]down and tell the [E]scenes he's seen, o,
While a[A]lone [E]he does [D]mourn on the [E]isle of Saint He[A]lena.

Oh, Louisa she weeps for her husband's departing.
She dreams when she sleeps, and she wakes broken-hearted.
Not a friend to console her, though there's many would be with her,
And she mourns when she thinks on the isle of Saint Helena.

Oh, the rude, rushing waves o'er the oceans are fleeting,
And the loud billows' roar on the shore's rocks are beating.
He may look to the moon o'er the great Mount Diana,
With his eyes o'er the waves that roll round Saint Helena.

No more in Saint Cloud he'll be seen in such splendour,
Or go on with his wars like the great Alexander,
For the young King of Rome and the prince of Gehenna
Have caused him to die on the isle of Saint Helena.

Oh, you parliament of England and you Holy Alliance,
To a prisoner of war, you may now bid defiance.
For your base intrigues and your base misdemeanors
Have caused him to die on the isle of Saint Helena.

All you who have wealth, beware of ambition,
For a small twist of fate could soon change your condition.
Be steadfast in time, for what's to come you know not,
Or your days they may end, like his, on Saint Helena