Death of General Wolfe

Words by Anonymous; tune "Bold Wolfe," 1760

2. So then this gallant youth did cross the ocean
To free America from her invasion;
He landed at Quebec with all his party,
The city to attack being brave and hearty.

3. The French drew up their men for death prepared,
In one another's face the army stared,
While Wolfe and Montcalm together walked,
Between their armies they like brothers walked.

4. Each man then took his post at their retire,
So then these numerous hosts began to fire;
The cannon on each side did roar like thunder,
And youths in all their pride were torn asunder.

5. The drums did loudly beat, colors were flying,
The purple gore did stream and men lay dying;
When shot out from his horse fell this brave hero
And we lament his loss in weeds of sorrow.

6. The French began to break, their ranks were flying,
Wolfe seemed to revive while he lay dying,
He lifted up his head while guns did rattle,
And to his army said "How goes the battle?"

7. His aide de camp replied "'Tis in our favor,
Quebec with all her pride, nothing can save her.
She falls into our hands, with all her treasure,"
O then Brave Wolfe replied, "I die with
pleasure."

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