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Songs | Albums | Album Arts
Song: | The Heights Of Alma |
Album: | Neutronica | Genres: | Folk |
Year: | 1980 |
Length: | 217 sec |
Lyricist: Donovan Leitch
Lyrics:
September last on the eighteenth day We landed safe in the big Crimea, In spite of all the foaming spray To cheer our hearts for Alma.
That night we slept on the cold, cold ground, No tent or shelter to be found; And with the rain was almost drowned Beneath the heights of Alma.
Let Britains sons long remember The glorious twentieth of September We caused the Russian to surrender Along the heights of Alma.
Next morning the scorching sun did rise Beneath the eastern cloudy sky; Our noble chief Lord Raglan cried, Prepare to march for Alma.
Oh, when the heights we hove in view, The stoutest heart it did subdue To see the Russian warlike crew All upon the heights of Alma.
Let Britains sons long remember The glorious twentieth of September We caused the Russian to surrender Along the heights of Alma.
Our Scottish lads with a sword and hose Theyre not the last as you may suppose; So daringly they faced their foes, And gained the heights of Alma.
To Sebastopol the Russian fled, They left their wounded and the dead; And the rivers there they all ran red From the blood that spilled on Alma.
Let Britains sons long remember The glorious twentieth of September We caused the Russian to surrender Along the heights of Alma.
Let Britains sons long remember The glorious twentieth of September We caused the Russian to surrender Along the heights of Alma.
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