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 Brave Wolfe was our commander,

Montcalm was their defender,

Their numbers did us sorely dismay:

But brave Wolfe, stout and bold,

He would never be controll’d,

And his last dying words were, Huzza!

Contented now I die,

Since we’ve gain’d the victory,

As you tell me the battle is our own;

Let my soul depart in peace,

And the wars for ever cease,

Since my life for fair Britain is gone.

The Highlanders in hot blood !

And the Sailors, stout and rude,

Like mad-men did clash them away:

When the French began to run,

We advanced on their ground;

But our grief was for Wolfe- -O that day!

Then the citv it surrender’d,

The gates straights we enter’d,

Our the harbour lay thick:

We thanked the Most High,

For this signal victory,

At the glorious conquest of Quebec.