You people of Scotland I pray give attention,
A sad dismal story I soon shall let you hear,
Of the dreadful burning of the Steam-ship the Montreal
For Montreal in Canada her course she did steer.
On the 26th of June at four o'clock that afternoon,
We sailed front Quebec so gallant and brave,
With nearly six hundred of a crew and passengers,
Now three hundred and odd, they do lie in their graves.

Many parted with joy upon that fatal afternoon,
With friends they loved dearly that cross'd o'er the main
Oh, little thought they of the danger before them,
Or that they should ne'er see each other again.
When the, Montreal had reached about 12 miles from Quebec.
Mr Hayes at this time came outside the Saloon,
He observed the smoke in columns arising.
And used every exertion the emigrants to save.

'Twas dreadful to hear the cries women and children,
Clinging to husbands and parents, nearly scroached (sic) to death,
Now who can describe their sad situation,
As the Montreal was burning to the water's edge.
Now nearly heart broken is poor Mr Milne.
For the fate of his wife and five children so dear,
Through the town of Montreal he wanders distracted,
And oft on his cheeks seen the salt briney tear

The fate of John Campbell his wife and his children
O'er the town of Paisley has cast a sad gloom,
O little thought they when they sailed with the Montreal
And near to Cape Rouge for to meet a watery grave"
There is also Robert Wilson in the new town of Paisley,
With his wife and young child, and two friends so dear,
Ware lost in the Montreal on that fatal afternoon,
They will long be lamented with many a tear.

Now many a widow is left broken hearted,
And many a orphan for their parents does mourn,
With tears in their eyes their fate will be lamented,
Who were both burned and drownded (sic) on that afternoon,
I would have you consider before that you venture,
Or entrust your lives on the merciless wave,
O think on the Montreal with six hundred passengers,
Now nearly three hundred does lie in their grave.