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GEN. WOLFE VICTORY.
Britons loyal and bold,
Who could never be controll’d
By the French.--See the bravest of his sex,
British Wolfe, st u and good,
Made the rivers run with blood,
At the glorious conquest of Quebec.
Brave Wolfe was our commander,
Montcalm was their defender,
Their numbers did us sorely dismay:
But brave Wolfe, stout and bold,
He would never be controll’d,
And his last dying words were, Huzza!
Contented now I die,
Since we’ve gain’d the victory,
As you tell me the battle is our own;
Let my soul depart in peace,
And the wars for ever cease,
Since my life for fair Britain is gone.
The Highlanders in hot blood !
And the Sailors, stout and rude,
Like mad-men did clash them away:
When the French began to run,
We advanced on their ground;
But our grief was for Wolfe- -O that day!
Then the citv it surrender’d,
The gates straights we enter’d,
Our (illegible text) the harbour lay thick:
We thanked the Most High,
For this signal victory,
At the glorious conquest of Quebec.
FINIS.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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