Lyrics: Mike Batt. Ride To Agadir.

We rode in the morning
Casablanca to the west
On the Atlas mountain foothills
Leading down to Marrakesh
For Mohamed and Morocco
We had taken up our guns

For the ashes of our fathers
And the children of our sons
For the ashes of our fathers
And the children of our sons

In the dry winds of summer
We were sharpening the blades
We were riding to act upon
The promise we had made
With the fist and the dagger
With the rifle and and the lance

We will suffer no intrusion
From the infidels of France
We will suffer no intrusion
From the infidels of France

We could wait no more
In the burning sands
On the ride to Agadir
Like the dogs of war
For the future of this land
On the ride to Agadir

Though they were waiting
And they were fifty to our ten
They were easily outnumbered
By a smaller force of men
As the darkness was falling
They were soon to realize

We were going to relieve them
Of their godforsaken lives
We were going to relieve them
Of their godforsaken lives

We could wait no more
In the burning sands
On the ride to Agadir
Like the dogs of war
For the future of this land
On the ride to Agadir

We rode in the morning
Casablanca to the west
On the Atlas mountain foothills
Leading down to Marrakesh
For Mohamed and Morocco
We had taken up our guns

For the ashes of our fathers
And the children of our sons
For the ashes of our fathers
And the children of our sons