CANADA'S EIGHTEEN.

At Paardeberg they fell,

Within the Orange State;

They did their duty well;

They bravely met their fate.

A stubborn fight they made

Upon the level plain,

While from the barricade

The bullets poured like rain.

They fiercely charged the trench;

They took the outer line;

Who saw a visage blench?

Who heard a voice repine?

They bore the ruthless fire;

But deadly was the cost:

They lived not to retire,

Nor saw their capture lost.

No lustrous deed they wrought

To prompt the epic pen:

They only bravely fought,

And gave their lives like men.

And yet no hero's fame

That rings across the seas,

Shall e'er eclipse the name

And memory of these.

While suns shall rise and set

Upon the fatal scene,

We never shall forget

Our Canada's Eighteen.

And now, as Britain weaves

The garland of her grief,

We place among the leaves

A blood-red maple leaf.