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Shadows of Walcheren
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Mein kleines Album "March of the Highlanders"
Erzählt ein wenig über die Geschichte des 92nd Regiment of Foot, den Gordon Highlanders.
Acht Songs, acht Stationen des Regiments von seiner Gründung bis nach Waterloo
My little album “March of the Highlanders”
Tells a little about the history of the 92nd Regiment of Foot, the Gordon Highlanders.
Eight songs, eight stages in the regiment's history from its founding to Waterloo.
Текст песни
In the summer of eighteen nine,
To Walcheren we crossed the line.
With hopes of glory on the shore,
Yet sickness struck us to the core.
Shadows fell on Walcheren's land,
Not by sword, but by nature's hand.
The fever's grip, a deadly foe,
Took more than any battle's blow.
Our enemy, we barely faced,
But death’s cold breath, we all embraced.
Four thousand men laid in the grave,
To illness bound, none could save.
Shadows fell on Walcheren's land,
Not by sword, but by nature's hand.
The fever's grip, a deadly foe,
Took more than any battle's blow.
Through marsh and mire, we fought in vain,
The loss was not for glory's gain.
The Highlanders stood strong and proud,
But Walcheren’s curse did shroud.
Shadows fell on Walcheren's land,
Not by sword, but by nature's hand.
The fever's grip, a deadly foe,
Took more than any battle's blow.
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