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Remember Albuera

By May 29, 2013February 18th, 2021No Comments

There is no beating these troops, in spite of their generals. I always thought they were bad soldiers, now I am sure of it. I had turned their right, pierced their centre and everywhere victory was mine – but they did not know how to run!

Marshal Soult

The Jolly Die-Hards

When the bugle for battle so merrily sounds,
In the ranks of the Die-Hards each heart then rebounds,
As fearless of danger, right onward we go,
When up go our colours and down go the foe,
Be they Russians or Prussians or Spanish or French,
At scaling a rampart or guarding a trench,
Neither bullet nor bayonet our progress retards,
For it’s just all the same to the gallant Die-Hards.

For Highlanders, Riflemen, Lancers and Guards,
Are not like the boys called the jolly Die-Hards.

Our regiment has conquered, but never in vain,
Bear witness those hills and the mountains through Spain,
Bear witness the shades of those hundreds who fell
At red Albuhera, and our victory can tell
How Soult and his Frenchmen were beaten and sank,
As we fell on them fiercely, rank after rank,
Invincible seemed those brave children of Mars,
When Lord Beresford styled us the “Gallant Die-Hards”.

For Highlanders, etc.

I wish you had seen them at famed Inkerman,
Or heard their wild shouts at the gory Redan,
‘Midst lightning and thunder their spirits ne’er quailed,
‘Midst bloodshed and carnage their hearts never failed;
Why wait for the loss of brave Goldie our chief,
Why weep for brave Shadforth, away with that grief,
They died like true heroes as history records
While leading to glory the gallant Die-Hards.

For Highlanders, etc.

When black-hearted savage with treacherous guile,
Slew our comrades-in-arms, did they reckon the while
That our steel was as sharp and our arm was as strong,
As the days when we hurled the wild Cossack along?
The Die-Hards advance – how fiercely they cheer
The Pahs – they are taken, without dread or fear,
And the Maoris are vanquished and got their reward,
And our chief, like his men was a gallant Die-Hard.

For Highlanders, etc.

What harm if we suffer from hardship at times,
What harm if we’re bronzed by those hot Eastern climes,
Such trifles as these our spirits can’t damp
For we’re jovial in battle and more so in camp,
Watch the girls, how they smile when we march through a town,
When they hear we’re the Die-Hards of far-famed renown,
So fill up your glasses and show your regard
By drinking the health of each jolly Die-Hard.

Charles Moore was born on 13 November, 1836, in India and attested for the 57th (West Middlesex) Regiment of Foot at Dublin on 13 January, 1851. He served with the Regiment in the Crimea and was promoted Corporal on 23 June, 1855, then Sergeant on 1 March, 1860. After serving in New Zealand from 1861 to 1863, he was appointed Bandmaster Sergeant on 28 February, 1865, later training at Kneller Hall. Awarded his Army Long Service and Good Conduct Medal, he transferred to the Kerry Militia on 9 April, 1874, being finally discharged on 28 December, 1875, after 21 years and 47 days’ service. Whilst Bandmaster of the 57th Foot he composed a quick march for the Regiment entitled The Jolly Die-hards.