⁠⁠Ye powers of melody,
⁠⁠Aid me while I try
To sing the great Montgomery;
⁠⁠For I mean to tell
⁠⁠How the hero fell,
Contending for his country's liberty.

⁠⁠When Britain's tyrant first,
⁠⁠By an ill counsel curst,
Resolved our country to enslave,
⁠⁠That great, that gallant chief
⁠⁠Flew to our relief,
Determined to oppose the haughty knave.

⁠⁠Through winter's snow and frost,
⁠⁠Abraham's Plains he crost,
Took Fort St. John, Montreal, Chambly,
⁠⁠Then hastened to Quebec,
⁠⁠Which he did attack,
There fell the great, the brave Montgomery.

⁠⁠"See, brave Americans,
⁠⁠There the city stands,
To storm it I have laid the plan;
⁠⁠Let ladders then be placed,
⁠⁠To yon walls in haste,
Your general, my boys, will lead the van."

⁠⁠Then o'er the walls he flew,
⁠⁠Quebec to subdue,
Regardless of his destiny;
⁠⁠But ah! unhappy fate,
⁠⁠Painful to relate,
There fell the brave, the great Montgomery.

⁠⁠The generous Carleton then,
⁠⁠Called unto his men,
"My boys! my boys! Forbear! forbear!
⁠⁠The great Montgomery,
⁠⁠See where he does lie!"
Then o'er his corse he dropt a silent tear.

⁠⁠O, Carleton, may thy name
⁠⁠Live in endless fame,
Thou great, thou gallant enemy!
⁠⁠Of chiefs for Britain's crown,
⁠⁠Carleton, thou alone
Art blessed with honor and humility.

⁠⁠Thou and Montgomery
⁠⁠When both souls are free,
Shall meet on the celestial plain,
⁠⁠And, though foes below,
⁠⁠There no rancour know
But ever and together live and reign.

⁠⁠America, thy loss
⁠⁠Is a dreadful cross,
Montgomery, the great, the good.
⁠⁠But to expiate
⁠⁠His untimely fate,
Britannia, thou must yet shed tears of blood.