William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
General Montgomery
C
And pay a tribute at the shrine
Of brave Montgomery:
Which to the memory is due
Of him who fought and died, that you
Might live and yet be free.
Domestic happiness resign’d,
He, with a chosen band,
Through deserts wild, with fix’d intent,
Canada for to conquer went,
Or perish, sword in hand.
While cannon on us constant play,
On cold and marshy ground;
When Prescott, forced at length to yield,
Aloud proclaim’d it in the field,
Virtue a friend had found.
Which seem’d impatient to obey,
And open wide her gates;
Convinced no force could e’er repel
Troops who had just behaved so well,
Under so hard a fate.
Then to Quebec he bent his course,
That grave of heroes slain!
The pride of France, the great Montcalm,
And Wolfe, the strength of Britain’s arm,
Both fell on Abraham’s plain.
There, too, Montgomery expired,
With Cheeseman by his side;
Carleton, ’tis said, his corpse convey’d
To earth in all the grand parade
Of military pride.