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Fight Back to Back
Them ol' Arabs two by two;
Like the Zulus, they had spears and bows and arrows;
How you bravely faced each one,
With your sixteen pounder gun,
And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.
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Chance for peace and justice gone, and all talks had been in vain
A prince had been offended and he had gone the path of war
Now that 1500 men are dead, and the Zulus at the door
Zulus attack,
Fight back to back
Show them no mercy and
Fire at will,
Kill or be killed
Facing, awaiting
A hostile spear, a new frontier, the end is near
There's no surrender
The lines must hold, their story told, Rorke's Drift controlled
Later on that fateful day as they head towards the drift,
Stacking boxes, fortifying, preparations must be swift
Spears and shields of oxen hide facing uniforms and guns,
As the rifles fire echoes higher, beating like the sound of drums
Zulus attack,
Fight back to back
Show them no mercy and
Fire at will,
Kill or be killed
Facing, awaiting
A hostile spear, a new frontier, the end is near
Fight back to back
Show them no mercy and
Fire at will,
Kill or be killed
Facing, awaiting
when a last stand was made and the empire saved