Standing at Rorke’s Drift At the time of the Zulu War A Mission Hospital And a Commissariat Army Store With a hundred and fifty men … no more
Breaking from the battleground The desperate message came back Thousands of warriors Are ready to attack They are heading our way You can hear on the wind Like a freight train rumbling in
Turn the wagons out Let’s form a stout Redoubt Use mealie bags for walls There is so little time Requisition all the stores Stack the crates and boxes all Whatever else and build it tall
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Fate has brought us to this day Against such fearsome odds There are only us To defend and stay Abandoned at Rorke’s Drift Let us stand and pray On this Fateful day
How can we ever hope To prevail and win the day Not ours to question why Just to do and die
Look at the Horde Lining the hills Against the morning Sun Now they’re going to ground Working a way round The first waves’ coming now Testing our firepower
Now they've gone to ground Working a way round Here the first wave come Testing our firepower
Stand your ground No turning round Steady lads, hold your fire Wave our ‘Colours’ higher Front rank fire Middle rank fire Rear rank fire Every man, mark your target Rapid fire.
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