To the Top of the Hill

Early dawn, the Dardanelles

Johnny Turk won't know what hit him

Drop the ladders down the side

Thirty men to every lifeboat

Silence shattered, rifle crack

And Hell break loose with spiteful flashes

Easy targets, hit the beach

And run like hell through blood and water

And it's heads down lads there's shrapnel flyin'

To the left and right, men are dyin'

And there's no retreat, no standing still

Onwards boys, to the top of the hill

Run for cover, drop your kit

Under scrub fix bayonet, and

Trench by trench, and hand to hand

Up Scrubby Knoll and Chunuk Bair

And it's heads down lads there's shrapnel flyin'

To the left and right, men are dyin'

And there's no retreat, no standing still

Onwards boys, to the top of the hill

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh

Some have stood, and some have fallen

Some are lying, torn and bleeding

And for us who still remain

We'll show their loss was not in vain

And it's heads down lads there's shrapnel flyin'

To the left and right, men are dyin'

And there's no retreat, no standing still

And it's heads down lads there's shrapnel flyin'

To the left and right, men are dyin'

And there's no retreat, no standing still

Onwards boys, to the top of the hill

Onwards boys, to the top of the hill

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh