From the recording Over the Hills
In fittingly aggressive style, this song recalls scenes from the 1811 Battle of Albuera; one of the bloodiest battles of the Peninsular War. Pounding rhythms combine with blistering lead work to recreate the frantic desperation of that terrible fight. This is a song that takes no prisoners.
Lyrics
Advance, the 3rd, the sound that they heard
Thunder of hoofbeats shaking the ground
Caught by surprise, look into their eyes
Polish Lancers riding them down
The lines draw near, show them no fear
Comrades dying beside them
The colonel falls, hear him call
“Die hard, 57th!”
Stand and fight, hold your ground
Storm of bullets all around
Die hard, die hard
Make them pay for every inch
Die hear, die hard
Give them no quarter
Die hard, die hard
Make them pay for every inch
Die hear, die hard
Into the slaughter
Bayonet charge, driven back hard
Firefight raging, no side can advance
Artillery comes, let murder be done
Grapeshot and canister flaying the ranks
Stand, reload and fire