Boney was a warrior
Way hey ya!
A warrior, a tarrier
John François
Boney was a Corsican…
A rortin’, snortin’ Corsican…
Boney was a general
A randy, dandy general
Boney was a short man
He took it out on everyone
Boney went to school in France
Learned to make the Russians dance
Boney fought the Russ-i-ans
The Austr-i-ans and Pruss-i-ans
Boney went to Moscow
He lost his army in the snow
But Moscow was a-blazin’
And Boney was a-ragin’
Boney went to Elbo
And Boney he come back again
Boney went to Waterloo
And there he got a-overthrew
Boney he grew mammaries
Oh, what a strange calamity
Boney he was sent away
Away to Saint Helena
Away to Saint Helena
Aboard the Billy Ruffian
Boney broke his heart and died
Away in Saint Helena
They put poison in his food
Didn’t do him any good
Boney he is dead and gone
We will sing his funeral song