In the spring of eighteen twelve,
The gates of Badajoz did swell.
With blood and fire, the breach was won,
But darkness followed with the sun.
Victory came at a dreadful cost,
In Badajoz, so much was lost.
A bitter win, a city's cries,
Where courage fell, and chaos lies.
Through walls of stone, we fought with might,
The Highlanders in endless night.
Yet once the battle ceased to rage,
The horrors writ on every page.
Victory came at a dreadful cost,
In Badajoz, so much was lost.
A bitter win, a city's cries,
Where courage fell, and chaos lies.
In victory’s name, the city wept,
Through shattered homes, the shadows crept.
A thousand souls in sorrow drowned,
Where glory’s echoes harshly sound.
Victory came at a dreadful cost,
In Badajoz, so much was lost.
A bitter win, a city's cries,
Where courage fell, and chaos lies.