Bold General Wolfe

On Monday morning as we set sail,
The wind did blow a most pleasant gale,
For to fight the French it was our intent,
Through smoke and fire, through smoke and fire,
And into the gloomy night we went.

Now the French were camped up on mountains high,
And we, poor hearts, at the foot did lie.
" Never mind, my lads," General Wolfe did say,
" Brave lads of honour, brave lads of honour,
Old England shall win the day."

Bold General Wolfe unto his men did say,
" Come, come, my lads, and follow me
Up yonder mountain that looks so high,
All for the honour, all for the honour
Of George the King and your country."

Then the very first volley that the French gave us
Wounded our General in his right breast.
Then out of his breast living blood did flow,
Like any fountain, like any fountain,
Till all his men were filled with woe.

" Here's a hundred guineas all in bright gold,
Take it and part it for my blood runs cold.
Take it and part it," General Wolfe did say,
" For you lads of honour, you lads of honour,
Have shown the French such gallant play.

" When to old England you shall return,
Tell all my friends I am dead and gone,
Tell my poor mother and my sweetheart dear
That I am dead, oh that I am dead,
And them I'll never see no more.

" At eighteen years old I did begin
All for the honour of George my King,
So use your soldiers as I've done my own,
Your soldiers own, your soldiers own,
And they will fight for evermore."
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