Hi Bernard. I’m Enda Cullen, a lyricist writing from Ireland. I’m a huge fan of Sharpe (and the Starbuck Chronicles). I remembered in one of the Sharpe books / movies Harper when drinking with another Irish Sergeant used the phrase “Bas in Eireann”. I’ve developed it into a lyric that one of my co-writers is developing. If you are interested to hear how it turns out please let me know. In any event, thanks for your storytelling. Enda Traditional Ballad) © 2006 Enda Cullen & Ian Smith (Edit 3) Bas in Eireann / Thy Will Be Done Intro (Same as Chorus /Acapella) Bas in Eireann / A Soldiers Prayer Let my last breath be / in Ireland fair I pray one day / my bones be buried there And when / my earthly time has run Thy will be done Verse 1 Rivers, Mountaintops, Ravines For Wellington / Ive crossed them all To fight the French at Talavera Badahoz and Sabugal In Sun so cruel it burns my eyes With heavy pack / upon my back Ive Portugal and Spain to save >From Nosey-Bonapartes attack Verse 2 Stephen Hayden is my name A Rifleman / in tunic-green Worn and torn and tattered now >From many bloody battles seen Fifteen miles a day we march Oer rugged trails / that rip our feet One man in three has boots to wear The rest bleed oer the stones beneath Lead-In (1) Cannon like the thunder rolls Young men and boys cut down like trees As Eireanns sons on either side Begin our fight on bended knees Chorus 1 Sayin Bas in Eireann / A Soldiers Prayer Let my last breath be / in Ireland fair I pray one day / my bones be buried there And when, my earthly time has run Thy will be done Verse 3 Our Officer / his sabre drawn In pools of his own blood he lies He never heard the ball that stung The Lord made this his day to die Now Frenchies line the walls above Their silver bayonets catch the sun Veterans of the Grande Armee Their Eagles tell of honours won Lead-In (2) Variation Cannon like the thunder rolls Young men and boys cut down like trees Before our Forlorn Hopes demise We Irish fighters bend our knees Chorus 2 (Revolving) Sayin Bas in Eireann / A Soldiers Prayer Let my last breath be / in Ireland fair I pray one day / my bones be buried there But if now, my earthly time has run Thy will be done Tag If now, my earthly time has run Thy will be done