Mac Donnell On The Heights

Too thin the line that charged the Heights

And scrambled 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.

Twas MacDonnell raised the banner then

And set the Heights aflame,

But not one in ten thousand knows your name.

You brought the field all standing with your courage and your luck

But unknown to most, you're lying there beside old General 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 Queenston now, the General on his tower stands alone

And there's lichen on 'MacDonnell' carved upon that weathered stone

In a corner of the monument to glory you could claim,

But not one in ten thousand knows your name.

You brought the field all standing with your courage and your luck

But unknown to most, you're lying there beside old General 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.