"THE LADIES FROM HELL"
(Words and Music by Terry Moore)
Sergeant they’ve got me I’ve fallen
As the gunfire sprayed over the clay
Tell my Mother and Father I love them
Your war is over Young Private MacRae
As the dawn breaks we bury our comrades
And the winter’s snow covers the lair
Tho’ the TOS and the Tartan may wither
The badge will bear witness you’re there
We salute you goodbye one last time
Rest in peace we must head for the line
With our rifles in hand we explore no-mans-land
Till the winter and darkness close in
In the still of the night, we move in for the fight
And freedom for our kith and kin
The Captain says this is the big one
We attack just before dawn
Defeat and destroy is our mission
And remember our lads who have gone
As the night slowly turns into day
The whistle blows then the pipes start to play
We’re the Ladies from Hell,& the Royal Scots as well
With the boys from the border so fine
The Gordon’s Bydand, the Queens Own Seaforth man
Fusiliers and the Argyll’s thin red line
The Battalions who stand side-by-side
Then victory cannot be denied
Sergeant when this war is over
And our Colours fly pinned in the ground
Will the pages of history tell us
Of the men who will never be found
But their names will forever live on and on and on
We’re the Ladies from Hell,& the Royal Scots as well
With the boys from the borders so fine
The Gordon’s Bydand, the Queens Own Seaforth man (x2)
Fusiliers and the Argyll’s thin red line
For the boys left behind on the line
The Piper will play one more time
Voice Over
The Royal Regiment of Scotland
The Magnificent Seven
The Royal Scots Borderers
The Royal Highland Fusiliers
The Black Watch
The Highlanders
The Argyll and Sutherland Highlanders
52nd Lowland
And 51st.Highland.
(Pipes till Finish)