Upon the heights of Queenston one dark october day Invading foes were marshalled in battle's dread array Brave Brock looked up the rugged steep and planned a bold attack No foreign flag shall float said he Above the Union jack His loyal hearted soldiers were ready everyone Their foes were thrice their number but duty must be done They started up the fire-swept hill with loud resounding cheers While Brock's inspiring voice rang out Push on York volunteers But soon a fatal bullet pierced through his manly breast And loving friends to help him around that hero pressed Push on said he don't mind me and err the set of sun Canadians held the rugged steep The victory was won Each true Canadian soldier laments the death of Brock His country told it's sorrow in monumental rock And if a foe should err invade our land in future years His dying words shall guide us still Push on brave volunteers