On Monday morning as we set sail
Oh the wind it did blow a most pleasant gale
To fight the French it was our intent
Through smoke and fire, through smoke and fire
And it was a dark and a gloomy night
And the French were landed on mountains high
While we poor souls on the valleys did lie
Cheer up me lads General Wolfe did say
Brave lads of honour, brave lads of honour
Old England she must win the day
And the very first broadside we give to them
Oh we've wounded 150 men
Well done me lads General Wolfe did say
Brave lads of honour, brave lads of honour
Old England she shall win the day
And the very next broadside they give to us
They have wounded our General in his right breast
And from his wound precious blood did flow
Like any fountain, like any fountain
And all his men they were filled with woe
Here's 100 guineas all in bright gold
Take it, part it, my blood runs cold
And use my men as you did before
Your soldiers all, your soldiers all
And they will fight forever more
And when to England you do return
Tell all my friends I am dead and gone
And tell my tender mother dear
That I am dead oh, that I am dead oh
And never more shall she see me there
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