Bonny Gilderoy/Gen. Wolfe's victory

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GEN. WOLFE VICTORY.

⁠Britons loyal and bold,
⁠Who could never be controll’d
By the French.--See the bravest of his sex,
⁠British Wolfe, st u and good,
⁠Made the rivers run with blood,
At the glorious conquest of Quebec.

⁠Brave Wolfe was our commander,
⁠Montcalm was their defender,
Their numbers did us sorely dismay:
⁠But brave Wolfe, stout and bold,
⁠He would never be controll’d,
And his last dying words were, Huzza!

⁠Contented now I die,
⁠Since we’ve gain’d the victory,
As you tell me the battle is our own;
⁠Let my soul depart in peace,
⁠And the wars for ever cease,
Since my life for fair Britain is gone.

⁠The Highlanders in hot blood !
⁠And the Sailors, stout and rude,
Like mad-men did clash them away:
⁠When the French began to run,
⁠We advanced on their ground;
But our grief was for Wolfe- -O that day!

⁠Then the citv it surrender’d,
⁠The gates straights we enter’d,
Our (illegible text) the harbour lay thick:
⁠We thanked the Most High,
⁠For this signal victory,
At the glorious conquest of Quebec.

FINIS.