A Rare Form of Early 19th Century Drummer Boy's Sword. Only The Second We Have Had in 10 Years A Super George IIIrd British Army Drummer Boy's Sword A Rare Form of Early 19th Century Drummer Boy's Sword. Only The Second We Have Had in 10 Years A Super George IIIrd British Army Drummer Boy's Sword A Rare Form of Early 19th Century Drummer Boy's Sword. Only The Second We Have Had in 10 Years A Super George IIIrd British Army Drummer Boy's Sword A Rare Form of Early 19th Century Drummer Boy's Sword. Only The Second We Have Had in 10 Years A Super George IIIrd British Army Drummer Boy's Sword A Rare Form of Early 19th Century Drummer Boy's Sword. Only The Second We Have Had in 10 Years A Super George IIIrd British Army Drummer Boy's Sword A Rare Form of Early 19th Century Drummer Boy's Sword. Only The Second We Have Had in 10 Years A Super George IIIrd British Army Drummer Boy's Sword

A Rare Form of Early 19th Century Drummer Boy's Sword. Only The Second We Have Had in 10 Years A Super George IIIrd British Army Drummer Boy's Sword

In excellent condition. With mythical beast pommel, curved quillons and short double edged blade. This sword was used in the early 19th century by a drummer boy in the British Army from the Napoleonic Wars.

Drummer boys were continually issued swords until, and up to, the Crimean War of 1854 in Russia.

20 inch blade. Superbly hand polished in the workshop, and that has returned it to it's original service near gold like finish. Blade polish to bright steel as well.

Drummer Boy of Waterloo.

By Woodland Mary.

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

But he that knew no infant tears,
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 murderous gun,
Had laid him low at Waterloo.
The flash of death, 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 moonlight's mournful hue,
When night had stilled the battle's hum,
They dug his grave at Waterloo.
When night had still'd.


In the painting of a Waterloo Drummer Boy, if one looks behind his left leg one can see the bottom of the drummer boy's same sword blade.

No scabbard.

Code: 18883

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