Sacriphyx - Wells Of Beersheba lyrics

Harry Chauvel was running out of time, he needed Beersheba now Infantry would take too long so the question now was how A charge he though, yes that would do, they would not expect that His mind was set so he called forward his men for a little chat In sight of the Turks, they lined up in three rows Hoping this untried tactic would deliver the fatal blow They were eager for the fight and eager for the charge The dust stirred up by the horses left most blokes parched Then the talk suddenly stopped and the dust began to settle Formation of troops now complete, the sound of feet on stirrup metal The Light Horse men looked at each other and glanced across the plain A look of steely determination as the stroked their horse's manes Under thigh they could feel the tension of their horses That the beasts needed water their masters felt remorse Well they stroked their horses heads and whispered in their ears That the wells of Beersheba were tantalizingly near The signal came and Brigadier Grant did lead The Lighthorsemen towards valiant deed The trot turned to gallop in no time at all Gallop to charge when the shrapnel began to fall Their rifles slung over shoulder, their bayonets came to hand They cursed the Turkish Arabs as they sped across their land The Turkish artillery had started and a few fine soldiers fell But still they charged towards their goal, the famed Beersheba's Wells The clouds of dust, distant roar and flashing bayonets in the setting sun Dread the cause for Turks to forget to change the sights on their guns Machine guns poured lead and rifle fire did the same But again the guns sights was the reason for lousy aim Of a sudden they were upon them, diving from horse to ground Whilst other rode ahead to hara** others to be found They hacked down upon the heads of Turks with bayonet and fist And headed back to the front trenches for others they had missed Turks surrounded in droves whilst others fought in groups Harshly they were dealt with by the mounted infantry troops Within an hour the battle was won and their horses drunk their fill For the risk involved against great odds, small was the butchers bill