from late 1759 or 1760
Come all ye young men all, let this delight you,|
Cheer up ye, young men all, let nothing fright you,
Never let your courage fail when you're brought to trial,
Nor let your fancy move at the first denial.
2. So then this gallant youth did cross the ocean,
3. The French drew up their men, for death prepared.
4. Each man then took his past at their retire.
5. The drums did loudly beat, colors were flying,|
The purple gore did stream and men lay dying,
When shot off from his horse fell this brave hero,
And we lament his loss in weeds of sorrow.
6. The French began to break, their ranks were flying,
7. His aide-de-camp replied, 'Tis in our favor,
In America, the backwoods bards paid tribute to the sweetheart he left grieving for him in the haunting ballad where she is made to say, 'Strange news is come to town, strange news is carried, Some say my love is dead...' in an echo of the English lovesong about the faithless blacksmith. But, less sentimental, English ballad makers concentrated their attention on Wolfe as a military hero, on his warm human regard for the men who served under him and on his patriotic fervour.
Legends clustered about his death. It is said that, after he was wounded for the third time on that bloody day, he said to the two grenadiers whom at last he allowed to assist him to the rear. 'Don't grieve for me. I shall be happy in a few minutes.' When news of the victory reached him, he said 'Now I am contented,' and then he died, like a noble Roman.
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