Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1884-02-28
Noble Lads OF Canada.

The following old song is taken from
the Plattsburg, N. Y, Sentinel, of Feb
ruary /. There are many old New York
residents, and many Canadians, who will
recognize in this song something of
their younger days. The song was com
posed by Mr.. Miner Lewis, of Mooers,
New York, while in the woods chopping.
The side of large stump was blazed,
producing fat, smooth surface, on
which Mr.. Charles Monroe penciled the
verses as Mr.. Lewis composed them.
THE OLD SONG.
Come all ye British heroes, I pray We lend your
Draw up your British forces, and then your vol
nnteers;
Weer going to fight the Yankee boys, by water
and by land.
And we never will return, till we conquer sword
in hand,
We'er the noble lads OF Canada, come to arms
boys come.
0 now the time has come, my boys. to cross the
Yankees line,
We remember they were rebels once, and con
quere'd John Burgoyne.
Wen subdue those mighty Democrats, and pull
their dwellings down.
And Wen have the States inhabited with subjects
we'er the noble lads, SC.
We've as choice a British army as ever crossed
the seas.
Wen burn both town and city, and with smoke
becloud the skies,
Wen subdue the old green mountain boys. their
Washington is gone,
And Wen play them Yankee Doodle, as the Yam
KEGS did Burgoyne.
weer the noble lads, &c.
Now we've reached the Plattsburg banks, my
boys. and here Wen make stand,
Until we take the Yankee fleet, McDonough doth
command;
We've the Growler and the Eagle, that from
Smith we took away
And Wen have their noble fleet that lies anchored
in the bay.
o our fleet is hove in view my boys, the cannon
loudly roar,
With death upon our cannon balls. Wen drench
their decks with gore;
We've water craft sufficient to sink them in an
And our orders is to board and the Yankees flag
destroy.
We'er the noble lads, &c
Now the battles growing hot, my boys don't
know how twill turn,
While McDonough's boats on swivels hung con-
tinually TO burn,
We see snch constant flashing that the smoke
beclouds the day
And our larger boats they've struck and our
smaller run away.
o we've got too far from Canada. run for life
boys run.
0 Provost he sigh'd aloud and to his officers he
said,
l wish the devil and those Yankees could but sail
alongside,
For the tars of France and ENGLAND can't stand
before them well,
For think they'd fog the devil and drive him
back TO hell.
o, we've got too far, &C.
Now prepare for your retreat. my boys, make all
the haste you can,
The Yankees are surrounding us, Wen surely be
Burgoyn'd
Behind the hedges, and the bitches and the trees.
and every stump,
You can see the sons Of, and the cursed
Yankees jump.
o, we've got too far, &c.
Now we've reached the Chazy Heights my boys
We'll make a short delay,
For to rest our weary limbs and to feed our
beasts ON hay;
Soon McDonoughs cocks began to crow, twas
heard at Stark's barn,
And report throughout the camp was the gen
eral alarm.
o, we've got too far, &c.
o Provost sighed aloud and to his officers did
say.
The Yankee troops are hove in sight and hell will
Shall we fight like men of courage and do the
When we know they win fog us two to one; I
think we'd better run.
0,we've got too far &c.
Now if ever reach Quebec alive I'll surely stay
For McDonough's gained victory. the devil
fight Macomb.
had rather fight thousand troops as good as
ever crossed the seas,
Than fifty of these Yankees behind the stumps
and trees.
0, we've got too far, &C.
They told us that the Fedralists were friendly
to the crown,
They'd join army and the Democrats pull
down.
But they all unite together as a band OF brothers
Joined,
They will fight for independence till they die
upon the ground.
o, we've got too far, &C.
The old '76s have sailed fourth, upon their
clutches they do lean,
With their rifles leveled us, with their specks
they take good aim,
For there's no retreat in those my boys who'd
( rather die than run,
And we made no doubt that these were those
who conquered John Burgoyne.
When we got too far, &C.
Now we've reached the British grounds my boys,
wen have day of rest,
And wish my. soul that could say 'twould be a
day of mirth,
But I've left so many troops behind, it causes me
to mourn
And if ever fight the Yankees more, IN surely
stay at home,
Now we've got back to Canada, stay at home,
boys stay.
Here's health to all the British troops, likewise
And to our respective families and the girls we
love most,
To McDonough and Macomb, and to every Yam
kee boy.
Now fill up your tumblers for never was so
dry.
Now we've got back to Canada &C