C : x32010 ou x32013 ou 875558, selon le cas : 320033 Too thin_ the line_ that charged_ the Heights_ and_ Scram_-bled_ in__ the_ clay__ Too thin_ the Eastern_ Township_ Scot_ Who showed them_ all__ the way__ and_ Perhaps had_ you not_ fallen_ You might be_ what Brock became_ But_ not_ one__ in_ ten_ thousand knows__ your name___ To say_ the name__ MacDonnell_ It would bring_ no__ bugle_ call__ But the Redcoats_ stayed_ beside__ you_ When they saw__ the General fall__ T'was MacDonnell__ raised__ the banner_ then_ and_ Set_ the Heights_ aflame_ But_ not_ one__ in_ ten_ thousand knows__ your name___ You brought_ the field_ all_ stan_-di-i-ing_ With your courage__ a-and__ your luck_ But un_-known_ to most_ you're lying_ the-re_ Besi-ide_ old_ Ge_-neral Brock_ So you_ know_ what it is__ to scale_ the Heights_ and_ Fall__ just_ short_ of fame_ and Have_ not_ one__ in_ ten_ thousand know__ your name___ At Queens_-ton now_ the General__ On his_ to_-wer__ stands__ alone__ and_ There's lichen on_ "MacDonnell"_ Car-ar-ar-ved upon that_ weathered stone_ In a corner_ of__ the mo_-nu_-ment_ To To_ glory__ you_ could_ claim_ But_ not_ one__ in_ ten_ thousand knows__ your name___ You brought_ the field_ all_ stan_-di-i-ing__ With your courage__ a-and__ your luck_ But un_-known_ to most_ you're lying_ the-re_ Besi-ide_ old_ Ge_-neral Brock_ So you_ know_ what it is__ to scale_ the Heights_ and_ Fall__ just_ short_ of fame_ and_ Have_ not_ one__ in_ ten_ thousand know__ your name___