We're marching down to old Quebec
Where the drums and fifes are a-beating
Americans, they have gained the day
And the British are retreating

The war's all over and we'll turn back
Ne'er to be parted
We'll open the ring and take a couple in
So release the broken-hearted

Sing fol dol dol, sing fol dol dol
Sing fol dol dol dila

G.L. Kittredge, 'Ballads and Rhymes from Kentucky,' Journal of American Folklore, Vol 20, No. 79 (Oct 1907), p.275