Littell's Living Age/Volume 129/Issue 1671/General Wolfe

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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.

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"The victory we've won,
With all the treasure."
"Oh then," replied brave Wolfe,
"I'll die with pleasure.