[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 
I Won't Say Goodbye lyrics


I won't write a note
That's a coward's way out
I won't bring it up
There's nothing left to talk about
He'll just tell me that love is never perfect
He's so convincing but i've already heard it

[Chorus]
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 
Natural Silence lyrics

i know you feel it's much too much for you the days are over and it's up to you and it seems so rare... i know it's more than what you thought before you had it once again and now you want it more and it seems so rare.
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 kno
1963 lyrics

You'll never know anything that I've done And you'll never know anything that I've seen Don't you
pretend that you care one bit How have you been, haven't seen you in a while Found your name in
the 'missing person' files Why are you here;
w 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.