[Then Wolfe he took his leave],
Of his most lovely jewel;
Although it seemed to be
To him, an act most cruel.
Although it's for a space
I'm forced to leave my love,
My dear, where'er I rove,
I'll ne'er forget my dove.
So then this valiant youth
Embarked on the ocean,
To free America
From faction's dire commotion.
He landed at Quebec,
Being all brave and hearty;
The city to attack,
With his most gallant party.
Then Wolfe drew up his men,
In rank and file so pretty,
On Abraham's lofty heights,
Before this noble city.
A distance from the town
The noble French did meet them,
In double numbers there,
Resolved for to beat them.
[A Parley]: Wolfe and Montcalm together
Montcalm and this brave youth,
Together they are walking;
So well they do agree,
Like brothers they are talking.
Then each one to his post,
As they do now retire;
Oh, then their numerous hosts
Began their dreadful fire.
[Then instant from his horse],
Fell this most noble hero,
May we lament his loss
In words of deepest sorrow.