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作曲 : anonymous |
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Cheer up your hearts young men let nothing fright you |
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Be of a gallant mind, let that delight you; |
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Let not your courage fail till after trial, |
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Nor let your fancy move at the first denial. |
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I went to see my love only to woo her, |
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I went to gain her love not to undo her; |
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Whene'er I spake a word my tongue did quiver, |
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I could not speak my mind while I was with her |
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Love, here's a diamond ring long time I've kept it, |
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Tis for your sake alone, if you'll accept it; |
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When you the posy read, think on the giver |
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Madam, remember me, undone forever. |
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Brave Wolf then took his leave of his dear jewel |
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Most sorely did she grieve, saying don't be cruel |
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Said he, tis for a space that I must leave you, |
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Yet love, where'er I go, I'll not forget you. |
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So then this gallant youth did crosa the ocean, |
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To free America from her invasion |
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He landed at Quebec with all his party, |
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The city to attack, both brave end hcarty |
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Brave Wolf drew up his men in form most pretty, |
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On the plains of Abraham, before the city; |
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There just before the town the French did meet them |
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With double numbers they resolv'd to beat them |
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Each man then took his post at their retire, |
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So then these numerous hosts began to fire: |
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The cannon on each side did roar like thunder, |
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And youths in all their pride were tora asunder |
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The drams did loudly beat, colors were fying |
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The purple gore did stream and men lay dying ; |
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When shot from off his horse, fell this breve hero, |
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And we lement his loss in weeds of sorrow. |
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The French hegan to break, their ranks were flying, |
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Brave Wolf then seem'd to wake as he lay dying: |
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He lifted up his head while guns did rattle, |
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And to his army said, how goes the battle ? |
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His aid-de-camp reply'd 'tis in our favor, |
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Quebec with all her pride, we soon shall have her; |
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She'll fall into our hands, with all her treasure, |
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O then reply'd brave Wolf, I die with pleasure. |
