[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.