come all you young men all, let this delight you
come all you young men all, let this delight you.
 come all you young men all, let nothing fright you;
 never let your courage fail when you' re brought to trial, or let your courage move at the first denial.
i went to see my love, thinking to woo her;
 I sat down by her side, not to undo her.
 but whene' er I speaks one word, my tongue does quiver;
 I darst not speak my mind when I am with her.
(madame, here's a diamond ring, if you' ll accept it;
 madame, here's a chain of gold, long time i've kept it.
 when you' re in repose, think of the giver;
 madame, remember me, undone forever!)
bold wolfe, he took his leave, from his fair jewel;
 sorely did she lament, 'love, don't prove cruel!' he says 'tis for a space that I must leave you, but love, where' er I go, I shan't forget you.'
 
bad news has come to town, bad news is carried;
 some say my love is dead, some say he is married.
 as I was pondering this, I took to weeping;
 they took my love away while I was sleeping!
that brave and gallant youth has crossed the ocean, to free americay from her division where he landed at quebec, with all his party;
 a city to attack, both brave and haughty
bold wolfe drew up his men in lines so pretty, on the plains of abraham berfore the city;
bold wolfe cont'd on the plains before the town, where the french did meet him with double numbers round, all to greet him.
when drawn up in to lines for death preparing;
 and in each others face, two armies, staring;
 where the cannon on both sides did roar like thunder, and youth, all in her pride, was torn asunder.
where the drums did loudly beat, and the colours were flying, the purple gore streamed down from the dead and the dying--- when shot from off his horse, fell that bbrave hero-- may we lament his loss that day, in sorrow.
the french are seen to break! their ranks are flying! bold wolfe, he seems to wake, as he lay dying.
 while in lifting up his head, where guns do rattle, unto his army said 'how goes the battle?'
 
his aide-de -camp replied that 'tis in our favour;
 quebec, in all her pride, there is none can save her- for tis falling in our hands with all he treasure-' 'ah, the' n replied bold wolfe, 'i will die in pleasure.'
 
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this song was extent in the services til late last century--and posibly even today, though I haven't collected it from currently serving, or veteran, service personnel.
 it was sung by both the army and navy, as both shared hounours for the victory, and because the songhas many 'education lessons' /value to soldiers than' never let your courage fail',
whether in service, or in dealing with civilians;
 which is always been, and unfortunately, probably always will be due to antagonistic value systems.
 this song is certainly important to me, even today, as a reminder that even if I don't have many friends, or much money, I have my honour, my duty, and a sense of doing what I do well.
 we are to be proud of our sevice to others, but not to have a 'prideful' demeanor;
 that it is our service and sacrifice for those in need that is important, not the personal gain, profit, that is the main goal of those in the parent society.
 I'll again point out that even those people/churches that claim to be christian/moslem/jew/bhuddist, etc,,
unlike the military service, share the values of society.
 rather than the values/lifestyle expressed in the relevant religious texts.
 ---the secondary theme of his fiance/girlfried/lover being heartbroken, due to sincere caring, is symbolic of service personnel being optimistic of being able to have personal, loving relationships with civilians, which, too often, proves idealistic rather than realistic--relationships usually being in the nature of '7 beers with the wrong woman'.
 this classically 'romantic',
harking back to chivalry, is not only a very real approach to women, --and women I talk to continually comment, on meeting either veterans or currently serving soldiers 'are they for real?
 no one talks or acts like that!, no one is that polite!' --they' re right--we don't live in their world.
 this approach to, not just women, but civilians in general, is also a counter balance to the pain, hashness, and too often violence and horror that we have to, or have had to, live with on a daily bold wolfe cont'd basis.
 there are 2 melodies here for the song, bold wolfe and 'the blacksmith' (courted me).
 I learned this song minus verses 3 and 5 with the original tune from the singing of dave and di moore, the 3rd verse, and knowledge that the 'blacksmith' tune is also sung with the lyrics came from the 'penguin book of canadian folk songs' --and, over the last 25 years i've forgotten where I got verse 5! I know I got no verses from veterans or service personnel, and I haven't heard the song sung in the folk venues except by the moores in the late 70' s.
 I use 'the blacksmith' melody for verses 6,7, and 10.