Some hundred taken prisoners were
On that eventful day;
Sir Francis with too kind a heart
He let them all away.
But “Which way did the leaders run?”
I think I hear you ask;
To tell which way they took, I ween,
Would be an arduous task.
Soon as the news of this outbreak
Had gone the country through,
It was a glorious sight to see
How quick to arms they flew;
And ’mongst the foremost in the ranks
To quell the rebel band,
Old Erin’s dauntless shamrock stood
A guardian of the land.
And then was seen old England’s rose
In all its pride and glory;
And Scotland’s thistle, which is known
In many a deathless story.
And with them joined thy valiant sons,
My own adopted land,
To form around the Queen and laws
A glorious valiant band.
MacNab his gallant volunteers
Led anxious to the fight,
And all the west poured in her troops
To stand in freedom’s right.
Newcastle, too, her quota sent
Of men both good and true;
In truth it was a cheering sight
Their bearing high to view.
Of Cobourg, too, I needs must sing,
Which on that trying day
The fire of virtuous loyalty
Did to our eyes display.
There Conger with his company,
With Calcutt and with Clarke,
And Warren, with his rifle band,
Whom every eye did mark.