We fought the first great battle by the setting of the sun,
Like hearts of oak we bounded and the enemy wounded,
And when the bugle sounded to charge our mighty foes,
For England’s home and beauty we nobly did our duty,
This grand conversation on Sebastopol arose.
Through rivers, brooks, and fountains, up hills and lofty mountains,
Our Generals were mounted in armour bright array,
Light infantry advancing with glittering bayonets glancing,
Upon the heights of Alma we showed them British play,
The cannons roared like thunder we cut their ranks asunder,