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Title
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Bold General Wolfe
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Singer
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Puffet, John
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
Bold General Wolff to his men did say -
'Come, come, my lads and follow me
To yonder mountain that is so high,
All for the honour
All for the honour
Of George the King and your country.
Verse 2
Yonder stand the French on the mountain high,
And we poor lads in the valley must lie
To see them fall like motes in the sun,
Through smoke and fire
Through smoke and fire
Arising from our British guns.'
Verse 3
The very first ball that the French gave us
Wounded our General in his right breast;
Yonder he sits for he cannot stand -
'Fight on so boldly,
Fight on so boldly,
For as long as I've breath I'll give command.
Verse 4
Here is my treasure, it's all in gold,
Take it and part it, for my blood runs cold;
Take it and part it,' General Wolff did say
'For you lads of honour,
For you lads of honour
Have shown the French such gallant play.
Verse 5
When you do return to old England again,
You tell my parents that I am slain,
Tell my tender old mother dear
To weep not for me,
To weep not for me
For I died a death that I wished to share.
Verse 6
At eighteen years old I did begin,
All for the honour of George the King.
Let every commander do as I've done before,
And be a soldier's friend my boys,
And be a soldier's friend my boys
And they will fight for ever more.'
