It was the guardsman of the crown
Who scaled the heights of Tumbledown
And fought that night a bloody fight
To see victory by dawn’s first light
From crag to crag amongst the rock
They skirmished on, numbed by shock
Through hell and mortar fire they moved
Till at last the ground they’d proved.

Port Stanley lay there – just ahead
As they began to count their dead
But where the glory, where the pride
Of those eight brave men who died?
They made that lonely sacrifice
And through each death paid the total price
In their final and heroic act
Did surely speed the warring armies pact.

Each one who there his life laid down
Saved countless others from their own unknown
So those of you who live to talk
Let your pride hover as does the hawk
And never let men these acts forget
Nor the memory of our dead neglect
But once returned across this vast sea
Remember then just what it was to be –
A Scots Guardsman.