Come, all ye brave young men,
Let nothing fright you;
If they objection make,
Let that delight you.
Love, here's a ring of gold,
Long time I've kept it;
Love, here's a ring of gold,
Will you accept it?
When you the posy read,
Think on the giver;
Oh! do remember me,
Or I'm undone forever.
Now this brave hero, he
Took to the ocean,
To fight for liberty
And his promotion.
He landed at Quebec
All in a line so pretty,
On the Plains of Abraham,
Just before the city.
He landed at Quebec
With all his party,
The enemy to attack,
Being both brave and hearty.
"The victory we've won,
With all the treasure."
"Oh then," replied brave Wolfe,
"I'll die with pleasure.
