William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
The following lines are ascribed to a private who fought under the banners of Montgomery while he lived, and who mourns his untimely fate, in strains which, though not very poetical, are warm from the heart and faithful to its griefs.
C OME, soldiers, all in chorus join,
And pay a tribute at the shrine
Of brave Montgomery:
Which to the memory is due
Of him who fought and died, that you 5
Might live and yet be free.
With cheerful and undaunted mind,
Domestic happiness resignd,
He, with a chosen band,
Through deserts wild, with fixd intent, 10
Canada for to conquer went,
Or perish, sword in hand.
Six weeks before St. Johns we lay,
While cannon on us constant play,
On cold and marshy ground; 15
When Prescott, forced at length to yield,
Aloud proclaimd it in the field,
Virtue a friend had found.
To Montreal he wingd his way,
Which seemd impatient to obey, 20
And open wide her gates;
Convinced no force could eer repel
Troops who had just behaved so well,
Under so hard a fate.
With scarce one-third part of their force, 25
Then to Quebec he bent his course,
That grave of heroes slain!
The pride of France, the great Montcalm,
And Wolfe, the strength of Britains arm,
Both fell on Abrahams plain. 30
Having no less of fame acquired,
There, too, Montgomery expired,
With Cheeseman by his side;
Carleton, tis said, his corpse conveyd
To earth in all the grand parade 35 Of military pride.