MacDonnell on the Heights

(Another unsung hero of Canadian history . . . The texts give a terribly sparse
 accounting of this man. He was a Major under Brock, and apparently not a very
 popular one. He was one of those "good young men" form the "right" kind of
 family with the "right" kind of gentleman's education, a law practise and te
 ear of influential people of the day. there's nothing to indicate he was not a
 decent sort, but somebody writing up the accounts didn't want too much of the
 glory to be taken from the General! Perhaps this is one way of vindicating the
 historical vagaries of this nation. It gives me no small amount of
 satisfaction to think that more people will know that there's more than just
 Brock under that huge stone monument.)
 Too thin the line that charged the Heights
 And scrambled in the clay.
 Too thin the Eastern Township Scot
 Who showed them all the way,
 And perhaps had you not fallen,
 You might be what Brock became
 But not one in ten thousand knows your name.
 To say the name, MacDonnell,
 It would bring no bugle call
 But the Redcoats stayed beside you
 When they saw the General fall.
 Twas MacDonnell raised the banner then
 And set the Heights aflame,
 But not one in ten thousand knows your name.
 You brought the field all standing with your courage and your luck
 But unknown to most, you're lying there beside old General Brock.
 So you know what it is to scale the Heights and fall just short of fame
 And have not one in ten thousand know your name.
 At Queenston now, the General on his tower stands alone
 And there's lichen on 'MacDonnell' carved upon that weathered stone
 In a corner of the monument to glory you could claim,
 But not one in ten thousand knows your name.
 You brought the field all standing with your courage and your luck
 But unknown to most, you're lying there beside old General Brock.
 So you know what it is to scale the Heights and fall just short of fame
 And have not one in ten thousand know your name.