The Heights of Alma

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.