I stand on an deserted and desolate field Where many a man's fate was sealed; Oh how the iron church bells pealed, Sounding the dead of Inkerman
Long ago in foggy morning Her Majestyβs soldiers lay a-snoring That's when they came without warning, Scaling the heights of Inkerman
Through the fog, cold and deep Soldiers by hundreds quietly creep Still maintaining surprise they keep As they climb the hills of Inkerman
The battle starts; the cannons roar With a fire yet unseen in war Thousands die in the horrible chore To take the heights of Inkerman
Many times the ridge changed sides The wounded and dead, they drop like flies And from the plains you heard their cries From oβer the heights of Inkerman
Now the heights, with silent air Carries no signs of the fighting there But when you walk them, say a prayer For the men who died on the slopes of Inkerman