the bloody earth pounds ceaselessly
with the hooves and the thunder
of the relentless scottish heavies
their sabres glint in the afternoon sun
as they charge towards the guns
and bayonets of the fearful crapauds
scotland forever they scream and bellow
a tidal wave smashes against cracking rock
a golden bird is lost
but golden bravery is but beginning
a sergeant and his spiralling blade
cuts five down and bests his trade
other heroes are still made
as the columns are crushed
the unstoppable cavalry runs
and charges and gallops and runs
wild beasts without a leash
climb the artillery hill
and attack once more to kill
but they never know when to stop
like their falling reddened swords
glory has a terribly sharp point
so does the long french lances
that broke scottish hearts
those terrible grey horses
how they strive.
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