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Brian Miller & Randy Gosa
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The Heights of Alma
It was in september The eighteenth day In spite of the salt sea's dashing spray We landed safe on the Crimea Along our route to Alma That night we lay on the cold cold ground no peace no comfort could be found and by the rain we were nearly drown To cheer our hearts for Alma Next morning when we did arise beneath those gloomy Russian skies Lord Raglan then our chieftan cries 'Prepare to march for Alma!' And when the heights they hove in view The strongest hearts it would subdue To see that motley Russian crew Upon the heights of Alma The Scottish Greys were the first that came Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Their shots came o'er the heights like rain But many the highland lass will mourn For that days work at Alma And the Twenty-Second Fusiliers They gained the heights and gave three chrees With joy each Britans heart did cheer 'I burn ya sons at Alma' So to Sevastopol the Russians fled They left their dying and their dead The rivers that day they did run red WIth the blood that flowed at Alma From orphan eyes the tears they rolled No widows cries could ere control A victory's price or human toll For thousands died at Alma
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