The Heights of Alma
instrumental
intro = verse 1a
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1a. September last, on the eighteenth day,
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we
landed safe in the big Crimea,
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in
spite of all the foaming spray
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to
cheer our hearts for Alma.
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1b. That night we slept on the cold, cold
ground,
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no
tent or shelter to be found,
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and
with the rain was almost drowned
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D
beneath
the Heights of Alma.
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Let Britain’s sons long remember
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the glorious twentieth of
September,
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we caused the Russian to
surrender
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along the Heights of Alma.
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2a. Next morning the scorching sun did rise
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beneath
the eastern cloudy sky,
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our
noble chief Lord Raglan cried,
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D
“Prepare to march for Alma.”
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2b. Oh, when the heights we hove in view,
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the
stoutest heart it did subdue
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to
see the Russian warlike crew
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all
upon the heights of Alma.
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Let Britain’s sons long remember
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the glorious twentieth of
September,
D
we caused the Russian to
surrender
G A D
along the Heights of Alma. + instrumental
= verse 2a (2x)
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3a. Our Scottish lads with a sword and hose,
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they’re
not the last as you may suppose,
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so
daringly they faced their foes,
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and
gained the heights of Alma.
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3b. To Sebastopol the Russian fled,
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they
left their wounded and the dead,
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and
the rivers there, they all ran red,
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from
the blood that spilled on Alma.
+ CHORUS (2x) +
instrumental = verse 3a (2x) ....
(Donovan)