On Monday evening as we set sail

The wind did blow a most pleasant gale

For to fight the French it was our intent

Through smoke and fire, Through smoke and fire

And it was a dark and a gloomy night

Now the French was landed on the mountains high

And we poor hearts in the valley lie

Never mind my lads, General Wolfe did say

Brave lads of honour, brave lads of honour

Old England shall win the day

The very first broadside we gave to them

We killed seven hundred and fifty men

Well done my lads, General Wolfe did say

Brave lads of honour, brave lads of honour

Old England shall win the day

The very first broadside they gave to us

They wounded our general in his right breast

Then out of his breast living blood did flow

Like any fountain, like any fountain

Till all us men were filled with woe

Here's a hundred guineas all in bright gold

Take it and part it, for my blood runs cold

And use your soldiers as you did before

Your soldiers own, your soldiers own

And they will fight for evermore

And when to England you do return

Tell my friends that I am dead and gone

Pray tell my tender old mother dear

That I am dead O, that I am dead O

And I shall never see her no more