William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Brave WolfeC
Let nothing fright you;
Though oft objections rise,
Let it delight you.
Whene’er it comes to trial;
Nor let your courage fail
At the first denial.
Thinking that I woo’d her;
I sat down by my love,
But sure not to delude her.
My tongue it doth so quiver,
I dare not speak my mind,
Whenever I am with her.
’Tis long that I have kept it,
My dear, now for my sake,
I pray you to accept it.
Pray think upon the giver,
My dear, remember me,
Or I’m undone forever.
Of his most lovely jewel;
Although it seemed to be,
To him, an act most cruel.
I’m forced to leave my love,
My dear, where’er I rove,
I’ll ne’er forget my dove.
Embarked on the ocean,
To free America
From faction’s dire commotion.
Being all brave and hearty;
The city to attack,
With his most gallant party.
In rank and file so pretty,
On Abraham’s lofty heights,
Before this noble city.
The noble French did meet them,
In double numbers there,
Resolved for to beat them.
Montcalm and this brave youth,
Together they are walking,
So well they do agree,
Like brothers they are talking.
As they do now retire;
O, then their numerous hosts
Began their dreadful fire.
Fell this most noble hero,
May we lament his loss,
In words of deepest sorrow.
Their columns all are flying;
Then Wolfe he seems to wake,
Though in the act of dying.
(The drums and trumpets rattle)
And to his army said,
“I pray how goes the battle?”
“Brave general, ’tis in our favour,
Quebec and all her pride,
’Tis nothing now can save her.
With all her wealth and treasure.”
“O then,” brave Wolfe replied,
“I quit the world with pleasure.”