General Sir William Francis Patrick Napier KCB (7 December 1785 – 12 February 1860), Irish soldier in the British Army and military historian, who tarnished his reputation at the end of his career by a fateful falling out with John Gurwood.
William was born at Celbridge, County Dublin, the third son of Colonel George Napier (1751–1804) and his wife, Lady Sarah Lennox (1745-1826).
He became an ensign in the Royal Irish Artillery in 1800, but at once exchanged into the 62nd, and was put on half-pay in 1802. He was afterwards made a cornet in the Royal Horse Guards by the influence of his uncle the duke of Richmond, and for the first time did actual military duty in this regiment, but he soon fell in with Sir John Moore's suggestion that he should exchange into the 52nd, which was about to be trained at Shorncliffe Army Camp. Through Sir John Moore he soon obtained a company in the 43rd, joined that regiment at Shorncliffe and became a great favourite with Moore.
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William Charles "Bill" Francis (4 February 1894 – 28 November 1981) was a New Zealand rugby union player. A hooker, Francis represented Wellington at a provincial level, and was a member of the New Zealand national side, the All Blacks, in 1913 and 1914. He played 12 matches for the All Blacks including seven internationals.
Following the death of Richard Fogarty in 1980, Francis held the distinction of being the oldest living All Black.
William Francis (21 March 1856 – 28 April 1917) was an English cricketer. Francis was a right-handed batsman. He was born at Little Waltham, Essex.
Francis made his first-class debut for Sussex against Lancashire in 1877 at the Old Trafford. He made eight further first-class appearances for Sussex, the last of which came against the Marylebone Cricket Club at Lord's in 1879. In his nine first-class appearances, he scored a total of 83 runs at an average of 6.91, with a high score of 17.
He died at Forest Gate, Essex, on 28 April 1917.
William Francis, noble lord
His fortune built on sweat and sword
Built an empire tall as a hill
But he don't have fun and he never will
My, my
Sees the world so far below
And though he tries, he'll never know
Friends to greet the breaking of day
And love to pass the night away
My, my
William Francis high and dry
With his paradise denied
My, my
William Francis, lost, alone
A thousand ifs and a heart of stone
He measures his life in (gain) and cost
But he'll never add up the world he lost
My, my
William Francis works us hard
But we'll dance all the way to the knacker's yard
He cannot laugh and he cannot cry
'Cos William Francis is cold inside
My, my
William Francis high and dry
With his paradise denied