In duty’s path, as nobly brave as you.
This night we pass, in revel, dance and song,
The weary hours you watched so well and long.
’Mid storm and tempest met the battle shock,
Beneath the shadow of the beetling rock;
When foemen found their winding sheet of snow,
Where broad St. Lawrence wintry waters flow.
Yes! once again those echoes shall awake,
In thunders, for our ancient comrades’ sake;
The midnight clouds by battle bolts be riven,