Brave Wolfe Martin Carthy

 Come all ye young men all and let this delight you,

Come all ye young men all and let nothing fright you;
Never let your courage fail when you're brought to trial,
Nor let your fancy move at the first denial.

This brave undaunted youth had crossed the ocean,
To free America was his intention;
He landed at Quebec with all his party,
The city to attack being brave and hearty.

Bold Wolfe drew up his men in a line so pretty,
On the Plains of Abraham before the city;
The French came marching down in hopes to meet them,
With a double lumber 'round resolved to beat him.

Montcalm and this brave youth together walked,
Between two armies they like brothers talked;
Till each one to his post then did retire,
'Twas then those numerous hosts commenced their fire.

The drums did loudly beat and the colours flying,
The purple gore did stream and men lay dying;
And shot from off his horse fell our brave hero,
We'll long lament his loss in tears of sorrow.

He lifted up his head when the guns did rattle,
And to his army said, "How goes the battle?"
Quebec is all our own, none can prevent it.
"Oh, then," replies bold Wolfe, "I die contented."

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