In the winter of eighteen nine,
Through Spain’s harsh land, we held the line.
Sir John Moore led, with valor true,
At Corunna, we stood as few.

With courage bright, we faced the night,
Through storm and fire, we stood to fight.
The Highlanders, with hearts so bold,
In Corunna’s tale, our story’s told.

As dawn did break, the cannons roared,
We fought and held against the horde.
But Moore fell there, in glory's name,
His legacy, a burning flame.

With courage bright, we faced the night,
Through storm and fire, we stood to fight.
The Highlanders, with hearts so bold,
In Corunna’s tale, our story’s told.

Through snowy peaks and valleys deep,
Our journey marked by those who sleep.
We bore the loss, but not in vain,
Our spirit lives in every strain.

With courage bright, we faced the night,
Through storm and fire, we stood to fight.
The Highlanders, with hearts so bold,
In Corunna’s tale, our story’s told.