'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
The Banks of Champlain was written by Traditional.
Pete Seeger released The Banks of Champlain on Fri Jan 01 1960.