'Twas autumn and 'round me
The leaves were descending
And nought but the drumming bird
Tapped on the tree
While thousands their freedoms and
Rights were defending
The din of their arms sounded dismal to me
For Sandy, my love, was engaged in the action
His death would have ended
My life in distraction
Without him I valued this
World not a fraction
As mournful I strayed on
The banks of Champlain

Then turning to list to
The cannon's loud thunder
My elbow I leaned on a rock near the shore
Thе sound nearly parted my
Heart strings asundеr
I thought I should meet my dear Sandy no more
Oh, the cannon ceased firing
But drums were still beating
The foes of our country
Far north were retreating
The neighboring damsels each
Other were greeting with songs of delight on
The banks of Champlain
New York, the Green Mountains
Macomb and MacDonough
The farmer, the soldier, the sailor
The gunner
Each party united have pledged their honor
To conquer or die on the banks of Champlain