William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
The Heroes of QueenstownP
The fleets they have conquer’d, the arms they have won;
But the sons of Columbia, united and free,
Can thrash the proud bullies by land or by sea.
Ballenamona oro—The sons of Columbia for me.
Our troops on the river Niagara embark’d;
The standard of Britain resolved to pull down,
And drive the proud foes from the heights of Queenstown.
Ballenamona oro—The heroes of Queenstown for me.
The opposite shore was intrepidly gain’d;
Though balls, grape, and musket shot round them did fly,
Determined like heroes to conquer or die.
Ballenamona oro—The heroes of Queenstown for me.
Led on by the brave Colonel Van Rensselaer;
Though wounded four times he despised all pain,
And headed his men till he sunk on the plain.
Ballenamona oro—Brave Van Rensselaer for me.
“Rush forward and storm their batteries, my boys;”
Then brave Colonel Christy he led the troops on,
And fought them for hours though three to his one.
Ballenamona oro—Brave Colonel Christy for me.
And General Brock, their commander, was slain;
We storm’d their batteries and spiked every gun,
And made both the red and white savage run.
Ballenamona oro—The heroes of Queenstown for me.
And our brave Spartan band was obliged for to yield;
They may boast of being victors, but that day must own
They got Bunker Hill play at the heights of Queenstown.
Ballenamona oro—the sons of Columbia for me.
The heroes of Queenstown, America’s boast:
The stripes of Columbia shall ne’er be pulled down,
While we have such heroes as fought at Queenstown.
Ballenamona oro—The heroes of Queenstown for me.