The Heights of Alma

歌詞

Traditional September last on the 18th 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 we's almost drowned Beneath the Heights of Alma. Let Britain's sons long remember The glorious 20th of September We caused the Russian to surrender All on the Heights of Alma. Next morning the scorching sun did rise Beneath the East on the cloudy sky Our noble chief Lord Raglan cried : 'Prepare the barge for Alma'. Oh, when the Heights we hove in view The stoutest-hearted did subdue To see the Russian war-like crew All upon the Heights of Alma. Let Britain's sons long remember The glorious 20th of September We caused the Russian to surrender All on the Heights of Alma. Our Scottish lads with the sword in hose They're not the last as you may suppose So daringly they faced their foes And gained the Heights of Alma. To Sebastopol the Russian fled He left the wounded and the dead And the rivers there they all ran red From the blood that spilled on Alma. Let Britain's sons long remember The glorious 20th of September We caused the Russian to surrender All on the Heights of Alma. Let Britain's sons long remember The glorious 20th of September We caused the Russian to surrender All on the Heights of Alma.