I was missing a line from a version of The Heights of Alma that I learned from Barry O'Neill around 1976 so I came to Mudcat to find it. When I looked up the song, I found tunes that were unlike the one I know. Also, the lyric was not quite the same. I found the line that I was looking for but thought I'd post the lyric that I learned from Barry. I'm not familiar enough with software to post the tune, however.

THE HEIGHTS OF ALMA

It was on September the eighteenth day
Beneath the salt sea’s dashing spray,
We landed safe in the Crimay
Bound for the heights of Alma.

That night we slept on the cold, cold ground,
No food or lodging could be found,
By rain, we were allnearly drowned
That very night at Alma.

Next morn the burning sun did rise
Above those cloudless eastern skies,
Our gallant chief, Lord Raglan, cries,
"Prepare my boys for Alma."

When Alma’s heights they came in view,
The stoutest heart it would subdue
To see that mighty Russian crew
Stand on the heights of Alma.

The bullets fell as thick as rain
When we their heights did try to gain,
And many a hero there was slain
That very day at Alma.

Then the 33rd of our fusiliers
They gained the heights and gave three cheers,
Their cheering voice fret our ears
Us highland lads at Alma

Us highland lads as you might suppose,
We were not less in our kilt and hose.
We boldly fought those Russian foes,
And victory gained at Alma,

And when their heights we did command,
We bravely fought them hand to hand
And there we made those Russians stand,
And victory gained at Alma

To Sevastopol those Russians fled,
Leaving their wounded and their dead,
The rivers, they ran crimson red
With blood that flowed at Alma

Six hundred Britons I’ve heard say,
Were slain upon the field that day
And eighteen hundred Russians lay
All in their gore at Alma

It’s many the mothers tears will roll,
And none the sister can console,
The widows mourn without control,
For their husbands dead at Alma