On this ridge we stand alone
My Regiment around me
Against a sea of armies vast
Our orders are to hold our own.

Our best must doubt such vacant reason
To waste our strength so callous
Best call retreat when none conceive
How few can hold against a legion.

Our Commander eyes the horde so bold
With Scottish blood afire
The flags he flies are not our own
But of Highland Regiments of old.

Few have matched their glorious stands
'gainst foes thought just as mighty
When muskets ruled the battlefield
The kilts marched in the van.

Our cores review our lessons taught
Of the crossroads Quatre-bras
Ney's great horse stopped hard before
The Regiment known as Black Watch.

As the Iron Dukes right began to fail
on Assaye's bloody fields
Upon his left the 74th marched
Through the Maharatta gun's hail.

And the stunned retreat from Alma's banks
As the columns waded through
A fusilade of withering shot
Could not route the Highland ranks.

War is more than an equation solved
Of applied firepower
Many great corps have left the field
When just faced with staunch resolve.

The shrill skrill of bagpipes fill the air
As they storm our forward redoubts
Our battered lines refuse to break
For we hae nane but Hieland bonnets here!

The 452nd Armored Regiment actually held the ridge against the Quern, though they had unexpected help. The 452nd didn't know that the Quern command communications had been broken, and a retreat order was given just as their lines were hit. The resulting confusion was disastrous.