CHEER up your hearts young men let nothing fright you, Be of a gallant mind, let that delight you; Let not your courage fail till after trial, Nor let your fancy move at the first denial.

I went to see my love only to woo her, I went to gain her love not to undo her; Whene'er I spake a word my tongue did quiver, I could not speak my mind while I was with her.

Love, here's a diamond ring long time I've kept it, 'Tis for your sake alone, if you'll accept it; When you the posy read, think on the giver, Madam, remember me, undone forever.

Brave Wolf then took his leave of his dear jewel, Most sorely did she grieve, saying don't be cruel; Said he, 'tis for a space that I must leave you, Yet love, where'er I go, I'll not forget you.

So then this gallant youth did cross the ocean, To free America from her invasion; He landed at Quebec with all his party, The city to attack, both brave and hearty.

Brave Wolf drew up his men in form most pretty, On the plains of Abraham, before the city; There just before the town the French did meet them With double numbers they resolv'd to beat them.

When drawn up in a line, for death prepared, While in each other's face their armies stared; So pleasantly brave Wolf and Montcalm talked, So martially between their armies walked.

Each man then took his post at their retire, So then these numerous hosts began to fire: The cannon on each side did roar like thunder, And youths in all their pride were torn asunder.

The drums did loudly beat, colors were flying, The purple gore did stream and men lay dying; When shot from off his horse, fell this brave hero, And we lament his loss in weeds of sorrow.

The French began to break, their ranks were flying, Brave Wolf then seem'd to wake as he lay dying; He lifted up his head while guns did rattle, And to his army said, how goes the battle?

His aid-de-camp reply'd 'tis in our favor, Quebec with all her pride, we soon shall have her; She'll fall into our hands, with all her treasure, O then reply'd brave Wolf, I die with pleasure.

He clos'd his eyes with joy on human glory, And left each earthly toy, so transitory; Brave Wolf is now enroll'd the first of heroes, And joins a host of those who feel no sorrow.

Death of Gen. Wolf.

IN a sad mould'ring cave where the wretched retreat, Britannia sat wasted with care; She mourn'd for her Wolf and exclaim'd against fate, And gave herself up to despair. The walls of her cell she had sculptur'd around With the deeds of her favorite son; And even the dust as it lay on the ground, Was engrav'd with some deeds he had done.

The fire of the gods from her christalline throne, Beheld the disconsolate dame, And mov'd with her tears he sent Mercury down, And these were the tidings that came, Britannia, forbear! not a sigh nor a tear, For thy Wolf so deservedly lov'd; Your tears shall be chang'd into triumphs of joy, For thy Wolf is not dead but remov'd.

The sons of the east, the proud giants of old, Have crept from their darksome abodes, And this is the news as in heaven we're told, They were marching to war with the gods. A counsel was held in the chamber of Jove, And this was the final decree, That Wolf should be call'd to the armies above, And the charge was entrusted to me.

To the plains of Quebec, with the orders I flew, Where Wolf with his army then lay; He cry'd, O forbear! let me victory view, And then thy commands I'll obey, With a darkening film I encompass'd his eyes, And bore him away in an urn, Lest the fondness he bore for his own native shore Should tempt him again to return.