Bussaco

[Epic snare drum intro] [Verse 1] The watchfires died away from the bivouac on the hill, And o'er the mountain-tops the dawn crept cold and slow, And in the morning sky the stars were shining still, When up the steep hillside came the columns of the foe. [Verse 2] They saw but as they came sweeping onward, wave on wave, The Rifles on the slope and the guns along the height, But on the hollow hill, the bravest of the brave, Grim and stern and still, waited eager for the fight. [Chorus] "Hold the line!" "Hold the line!" And through the smoke and roaring lead, "Hold the line!" "Hold the line!" Stand the living and lie the dead. [Verse 3] Up and upward streamed the foe from the misty dark ravine, On with gleam of waving swords and with beating drums they pressed, Till they topped the nearest ridge, that, dipping down unseen, Held the Light Division hid in the hollow of the crest. [Chorus] "Hold the line!" "Hold the line!" And through the smoke and roaring lead, "Hold the line!" "Hold the line!" Stand the living and lie the dead. [Verse 4] Closer still they came, and their leaders cheered them on, And the Rifles from the rush drew back sullenly and slow, And, glorying all too soon in the fight they deemed was won, Up and o'er the hill came the columns of the foe. [Chorus] "Hold the line!" "Hold the line!" And through the smoke and roaring lead, "Hold the line!" "Hold the line!" Stand the living and lie the dead. [Chorus] "Hold the line!" "Hold the line!" And through the smoke and roaring lead, "Hold the line!" "Hold the line!" Stand the living and lie the dead. [Verse 5] "Charge! Charge! Hurrah!" rang the voice of Craufurd then, "Remember gallant Moore that was slain but yesteryear!" And hot-foot to the fight charged the leader and the men, With a glint of British steel and a rousing British cheer. [Chorus] "Hold the line!" "Hold the line!" And through the smoke and roaring lead, "Hold the line!" "Hold the line!" Stand the living and lie the dead. [Verse 6] Close against the foe thrice the ringing volleys spoke, Lashed against their ranks the stinging storm of lead; And the bayonet behind glittered grimly thro' the smoke; Once they stood to fire: then they staggered, broke and fled. [Chorus] "Hold the line!" "Hold the line!" And through the smoke and roaring lead, "Hold the line!" "Hold the line!" Stand the living and lie the dead. [Epic drum instrumental] [Verse 7] Beaten, broken, flung from their foothold on the height, Driven down like sheep to the reddened stream below, Huddled, swept and torn from the fury of the fight, Down and down the hill reeled the columns of the foe. [Chorus] "Hold the line!" "Hold the line!" And through the smoke and roaring lead, "Hold the line!" "Hold the line!" Stand the living and lie the dead. [Snare drum fade out] [End] [Chorus] "Hold the line!" "Hold the line!" And through the smoke and roaring lead, "Hold the line!" "Hold the line!" Stand the living and lie the dead. [Snare drum fade out] [End]