Done With Bonaparte

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We've p[F#m]aid in hell since Moscow burned
As C[A]ossacks tear us piece by piece
Our d[E]ead are strewn a hundred leagues
Though d[D]eath would be a sweet release
And our gr[F#m]ande armee is dressed in rags
A fr[A]ozen starving beggar band
Like r[E]ats we steal each other's scraps
F[D]all to fighting h[E]and to hand   [A]

S[D]ave my soul from evil, Lord
And h[A]eal this soldier's h[F#m]eart
I'll tr[A]ust in thee to k[Bm]eep me, Lord
I'm d[D]one with Bon[A]aparte  [D]     [Bm]         [E]

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What dreams he made for us to dream
Spanish skies, Egyptian sands
The world was ours, we marched upon
Our little Corporal's command
And I lost an eye at Austerlitz
The sabre slash yet gives me pain
My one true love awaits me still
The flower of the aquitaine

Save my soul from evil, Lord
And heal this soldier's heart
I'll trust in thee to keep me, Lord
I'm done with Bonaparte

I pray for her who prays for me
A safe return to my belle France
We prayed these wars would end all wars
In war we know is no romance
And I pray our child will never see
A little Corporal again
Point toward a foreign shore
Captivate the hearts of men

Save my soul from evil, Lord
And heal this soldier's heart
I'll trust in thee to keep me, Lord
I'm done with Bonaparte