Come all ye young men all let this delight you Come all ye young men all let nothing fright you Never let you 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 Old Wolfe drew up his men in a line so pretty On the Plains of Abraham before the city The French came a-marching down in a hopes to meet them With a double number and resolved to defeat him Montcalm and this brave youth together walked Between two armies they like brothers talked Till each one to his post there did retire 'Twas then those numerous hosts commenced their fire The drums did loudly beat and the colours flying The purple blood did stream and men lay dying And shot from off his horse fell that 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 brave Wolfe "I die contented"