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William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.

Death of General Richard Montgomery

A Parody on the “Death of General Wolfe”

IN a mouldering cave, where the wretched retreat,

Columbia sat wasted with care:

She wept for her chief, then exclaim’d against fate,

And gave herself up to despair.

The walls of her cell she had sculptured around

With exploits her Montgomery had done,

And even the dust, as it lay on the ground,

Was engraved with some deed of her son.

Then, sudden, the radiance of Heaven appear’d

Around the disconsolate dame:

And, sweeter than music, a cadence was heard,

And this was the rapturous strain:—

“All gallant in arms thy Montgomery shone

When leading thy patriot band:

But now, in the skies, he’s advanced to a throne,

And the least of his bliss is ‘Command.’”