Blackthorn at Alexandria

[Verse 1:] Beneath the Egyptian moon, where the Nile’s shadow crawls, Forty-Second marched with fire, answered destiny’s call. Tartans kissed by desert winds, bayonets cold as stone, They stood where empires clashed, to claim a pharaoh’s throne. [Chorus:] Oh, Blackthorn, Blackthorn! Blood and glory in your veins! Through the sands of Alexandria, you carved your name in flames! When the cannons roared their fury, and the French lines broke in vain, The Black Watch held the crimson field—their honor won again! [Verse 2:] Dawn broke with a cannon’s scream, the sun baptized in lead, Highland pipes screamed "Forward!" as the fallen marked their tread. Redcoats charged through smoke and steel, a tempest clad in plaid, And every step they conquered, paid the price their fathers had. [Chorus:] Oh, Blackthorn, Blackthorn! Blood and glory in your veins! Through the sands of Alexandria, you carved your name in flames! When the cannons roared their fury, and the French lines broke in vain, The Black Watch held the crimson field—their honor won again! [Bridge:] Swords clashed like storm on shore, the Sphinx bore silent witness, Lives lost to the mirage of war, baptized in battle’s fierceness. But when the eagle’s wings were clipped, and the dunes fell still at last, The Blackthorn’s flag stood torn—yet flew above the past. [Outro:] Now legends walk where heroes fell, in sands where shadows weep, Forty-Second’s tale we tell—the vow they swore to keep. From the Nile to Highland glen, their ghosts still cry aloud: “No foe shall break the Blackthorn’s might—we are the Watch, and proud!”