Vermont farmer. [volume] (Newport, Orleans County, Vt.) 1870-1877, 1875-05-07
THE NOBLE LADS OF CANADA.


Come all ye British heroes, pray you lond your ears
Draw up your British orces and then your volunteers,
We're going to fight the Yankee boys, by water and
by land
And We never will return, till we conquer sword in
CHoRus-were the noble lads Of Canada come to arms
boys come.
OH now the time has come, my boys. to cross the
Yankees line,
We remember they were rebels once, and conquered
John Burgoyne
Wen slbdue these mighty democrats and pull their
dwellings down,
And well have the states inhabited by subjects Of the
crown.
CHoRUs-We're the noble lads, etc.
We've as choice British army as ever crossed the
seas
Well burn both town ard city, and with smoke be-
cloud the skies,
Wen subdue the old Green Mountain boys, their
Washington is gone,
And wen play them Yankee Doodle, the Yankees
did Burgoyne.
CHoRUs-We're; etc.
Now we've reached the Plsttsburgh banks, my boys
and here wen make a stand,
Until we take the Yankee fleet McDonough doth COM
mand
We've the Growler and the Eagle that from Smith we
took away,
And wen have their noble aeet that lies anchored in
the bay.
CHORUs-we're; etc.
0, our fleet is hove in view, my boys the loud
ly roar
With death upon cannon balls, wen drench their
docks with gore.
We've water craft sufficient to sink them in an hour,
But the order to board and the Yankee flag destroy
CHoRUs-We'rei etc.
Now the battles growing hot, my boys, don't know
how twill turn,
While McDonough's boats, on swlyels hung, contau-
ally do turn,
We such constant flashing that the smoke becouds
the day,
And larger boats have struck and our smaller run
away.
CHoRUs-o we've got too far from Canada, run for
life, boys, run.
o, Provost he sghd aloud and to his officers he said
/ wish the devil and those Yankees could but sail
alongside,
For the tas of France and England can't stand before
them well,
For think they'd fog the devil, and drive him back
to hell.
CHoRUs-o, we've got; etc.
Now prepare for your retreat, my boys, make all the
haste you eau,
The Yankees arc surrounding u.s. wen surely be Bur
goyned,
Behind the hedges and the dtches and the trees and
every stump
You the Of bitches and the cursed Yankees
jump.
CHORUs-0, we've got etc.
Now we've reached the Chazy Heights, my boys, wen
make short delay,
To rest weary limbs, and TO feed beasts hay
Soon McDonough's cocks began to crow twas heard
at starks's barn,
And report throughout the camp, was the general
alarm.
CHoRUs-O, weve got; etc.
o. Provost he sighed aloud and to his officers did say
The Yankee troops hove in sight, and hell will be
to pay,
Shall fight like men Of courage, and do the best we
can,
When we know they'll fog US two to one think we'd
better run.
CHoRUs-o, we've gOti etc.
Now ifOVer reach Quebec alive Pll surely stay at
home,
For MeDonough's gained a victory, the devil fight
Macombe
had rather fight thousand troops, good as ever
crossed the seas,
Than fifty Of those Yankees behind the stumps and
trees.
CHoRus-O, we've got; etc.
They told that the fedoralss were iOndly to the
crown
That they would Join army and tho democrats put
down.
But they all unite together, as a sand OF brothers
joined
They will aght for Independence till they die upon the
ground.
CHORUs-o we've gOt' etc.
The old 76's have sailed forth, upon their crutches
they do lean,
With their rifles leveled at us, with their "specs"
they take good aim,
For there's retreat in those my boys who'd rather
die than run,
And we make no doubt that these are those who con
quered Joha Burgoyno.
CHoRUs-When we get too far etc.
Now we've reached the British ground, my boys wen
have a day ofrest,
And wish my soul that could say tWould be a day
OF mirth
But I've LETT so many troops behind It causes me to
AAd If ever hght the Yankees III surely stay
at hOme
CHORUs-Now we've got back to Canada, stay at home,
boys, stay.
Here's health to all the British troops likewise Cen
OrRl Provost,
And to our respective families and the girls we love
the most,
To McDonOugh and Macombe, and to every Yankee
boy,
Now fill up our tumblers, for never was so dry.
CHoRUs-Now we've got back to Canada, wen stay at
home, boys, stay.
For the VERMONT FARMER.
Sound ye the Trumpet"