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Autoharp: The Jolly Die-Hards (Including lyrics and chords)

This is another request from Lee Moran who also suggested that I play this one on the autoharp. The song is the regimental song of the 57th (West Middlesex) Regiment of Foot. Wikipedia has the following article about this regiment: The 57th Regiment earned their nickname of "the Die Hards" after their participation in the Battle of Albuera, one of the bloodiest battles of the Peninsular War, fought on 16 May 1811. The commanding officer of the 57th, Colonel Inglis, was struck down by a charge of canister shot which hit him in the neck and left breast. He refused to be carried to the rear for treatment, but lay in front of his men calling on them to hold their position and when the fight reached its fiercest cried, "Die hard the 57th, die hard!". The casualties of the 57th were 422 out of the 570 men in the ranks and 20 out of the 30 officers. The Allied commander of the Anglo-Portuguese force Field Marshal Beresford wrote in his dispatch, "our dead, particularly the 57th Regiment, were lying as they fought in the ranks, every wound in front". I found the lyrics on a thread in Mudcat.org. The tune was written in the 1860's by the regiment's bandmaster, C. Moore. The chord progression I have used is of my own devising and follows the same pattern throughout the song. The Jolly Die-Hards The regimental song of the 57th (West Middlesex) Regiment of the British Army. It was written in the 1860's by the regiment's bandmaster, C. Moore. G C When the bugle for battle so merrily sounds, G C D7 In the ranks of the Die-Hards each heart then rebounds, G C As fearless of danger, right onward we go, G D7 G When up go our colours and down go the foe. Be they Russians or Prussians or Spanish or French, At scaling a rampart or guarding a trench, Neither bullet nor bayonet our progress retards, For it's just all the same to the gallant Die-Hards. For Highlanders, Riflemen, Lancers and Guards, Are not like the boys called the jolly Die-Hards. Our regiment has conquered, but never in vain, Bear witness those hills and the mountains through Spain, Bear witness the shades of those hundreds who fell At red Albuera, and our victory can tell How Soult and his Frenchmen were beaten and sank, As we fell on them fiercely, rank after rank, Invincible seemed those brave children of Mars, When Lord Beresford styled us the "Gallant Die-Hards". For highlanders, etc. I wish you had seen them at famed Inkerman, Or heard their wild shouts at the gory Redan, 'Midst lightning and thunder their spirits ne'er quailed, 'Midst bloodshed and carnage their hearts never failed; Why wait for the loss of brave Goldie our chief, Why weep for brave Shadworth, away with that grief, They died like true heroes as history records While leading to glory the gallant Die-Hards. For Highlanders, etc. When black-hearted savage with treacherous guile, Slew our comrades in arms, did they reckon the while That our steel was as sharp and our arm was as strong, As the days when we hurled the wild Cossack along? The Die-Hards advance - how fiercely they cheer The Pahs - they are taken, without dread or fear, And the Maoris are vanquished and got their reward, And our chief, like his men was a gallant Die-Hard. For Highlanders, etc. What harm if we suffer from hardship at times, What harm if e're bronzed by those hot eastern climes, Such trifles as these our spirits can't damp For we're jovial in battle and more so in camp, Watch the girls, how they smile when we march through a town, When they hear we're the Die-Hards of far famed renown, So fill up your glasses and show your regard By drinking the health of each jolly Die-Hard. For Highlanders, etc.