By two, two and thirty

We entered via the rocky ground

To the field of fire and mines

Of Ammunition Hill

 

Against the fortified bunkers

And the canons one hundred and twenty

One hundred and some boys

On Ammunition Hill

 

The column of dawn has still not risen

Half of the company is lying in blood

But we have already been there

At Ammunition Hill

 

Between the fences and the mines

We left only the medics behind

And we ran with lost senses

To Ammunition Hill

 

At seven, twenty past seven

The sun rose in the east

We returned to the city seven

From Ammunition Hill

 

We descended into the trenches

To the niches and the tracks

And to the death in the burrows

On Ammunition Hill

 

And no-one nowhere asks

Who went first and fell

You needed a lot of luck

On Ammunition Hill

 

Anyone who fell was pulled back

So he did not stop us passing

Until the next one fell

On Ammunition Hill

 

Perhaps we were lions

But whoever still wanted to live

He could not be present

On Ammunition Hill

 

We returned to the city seven

Smoke rising from the hill

The sun rose in the east

On Ammunition Hill

 

About the fortified bunkers

And about our brothers

Who remained there aged twenty

On Ammunition Hill