Lyr. Add: North of America

1
As we sailed out of Glasgow, being in the month of June,
The weather it was warm, and the trees were in full bloom,
Where thousands from the city came flocking us all round,
And fifty pretty maidens to convey us through the town.
2
Then up spoke pretty Polly, I have one more thing to say,
Dear Captain, don't be cruel, but guard us o'er the main,
Our Captain answered with a frown, and said we must all stay on shore,
Our ship she is heavy loaded, and she cannot carry any more.
3
Then amongst those wild Indians we will venture our sweet lives,
We will never mind their tomahawks, nor yet their scalping knives,
We will cut and slash with our broad-swords and show them British play,
We will cut down those wild Indians in the North of America.
4
As we marched through fields of blood, where thundering cannons roar,
And many a brave commander lay bleeding in his gore,
And many a brave soldier all on the ground did lay,
For they were killed and wounded in the north of America.
5
It was early the next morning to hear the soldiers wives,
Lamenting for their husbands, for to hear their dismal cries,
Our children crying out, 'Mother, we will make them rue the day,
For killing of our daddies in the north of America.
6
So to conclude and finish, God bless our gracious queen,
And all her brave commanders glad tidings may they bring,
And to all her brave soldiers, on land as well as sea,
May heaven protect our army in the north of America.

Any other versions of this rather mixed up song? The queen has to be Victoria, but the descriptions sound more like the French and Indian wars are meant.

Bodleian Collection, Firth c.14(199); Hodges (from Pitt's), London, c. 1846-1854.