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Title
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Taking of Quebec
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Singer
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Unknown
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
A Monday morning when we set sail,
The wind it blew a pleasant gale.
To meet the French was our desire.
Through smoke and fire,
Old England shall win the day.
Verse 2
The French they stood on mountains high,
While we poor soldiers in the valley lie.
'Oh never mind that', old Wolfe did say.
Fight on so boldly,
Old England shall win the day.
Verse 3
The very first broadside that we gave them,
We killed five hundred and fifty men.
'That's very well done,' General Wolfe did say.
Fight on so boldly, fight on so boldly,
Old England shall win the day.
Verse 4
The first broadside that the French did give us,
They wound our General in his right breast.
The life blood from the wound did flow.
Which caused our soldiers, which caused our soldiers,
Great sorrow and woe.
Verse 5
You bold commanders that round me stand,
Pray take me by my bleeding hand.
And throw me in the water deep.
There let me lie, there let me lie,
And take a long, silent sleep.
Verse 6
Here's a hundred pound in bright red gold,
Take and part it, my blood runs cold.
Take it and part it old Wolfe did say.
Still fight on boldly, still fight on boldly,
Old England shall win the day.
