Horse Soldier, Horse Soldier

I'm a hussar, I'm a Hun, I'm a wretched Englishman
 Routing Bonaparte at Waterloo
 I'm a dragoon on a dun, I'm a Cossack on the run
 I'm a horse soldier, timeless, through and through
 Well, I's with Custer and the 7th in '76 or '77
 Scalped at Little Big Horn by the Sioux
 And the tears and devastation of a once proud warrior nation
 This I know 'cause I was riding with them too
 And I drank mare's blood on the run when I rode with the Great Khan
 On the frozen Mongol steppe while at his height
 And I's a White Guard, I's a Red Guard
 I's the Tsar's own palace horse guard
 When Romanov was murdered in the night
 And I knew Saladin and rode his swift Arabians
 Harassing doomed crusaders on their heavy drafts
 And yet I rode the Percheron against the circling Saracen
 Once again against myself was cast
 Well, I'm a hussar, I'm a Hun, I'm a wretched Englishman
 Routing Bonaparte at Waterloo
 I'm a dragoon on a dun, I'm a Cossack on the run
 I'm a horse soldier, timeless, through and through
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 Well, I've worn the Mounties'
 Crimson, if you're silent and you'll listen
 You'll know that it was with them that I stood
 When Mayerthorpe, she cried, as her four horsemen died
 Gunned down in scarlet, cold as blood
 Well, I's the 'fustest with the mostest' when I fought for Bedford Forrest
 Suffered General Wilson's Union raid
 And mine was not to reason why, mine was but to do or die
 At Crimea with the charging light brigade
 On hire from Swiss or Sweden, be me Christian, be me heathen
 The devil to the sabre I shall put
 With a crack flanking maneuver, I'm an uhlan alles uber
 Striking terror into regiment of foot
 Well, I'm a hussar, I'm a Hun, I'm a wretched Englishman
 Routing Bonaparte at Waterloo
 I'm a dragoon on a dun, I'm a Cossack on the run
 I'm a horse soldier, timeless, through and through
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 Well, I knew my days were numbered when o'er the trenches lumbered
 More modern machinations de la guerre
 No match for rapid fire or the steel birds of the sky
 With a final rear guard action, I retreat
 No match for barbered wire or the armored engines whine
 Reluctant, I retire and take my leave
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 Today I ride with special forces on those wily Afghan horses
 Dostum's Northern Alliance give their thanks
 And no matter defeat or victory, in battle it occurs to me
 That we may see a swelling in our ranks
 Well, I'm a hussar, I'm a Hun, I'm a wretched Englishman
 Routing Bonaparte at Waterloo
 I'm a dragoon on a dun, I'm a Cossack on the run
 I'm a horse soldier, timeless, through and through
 I'm a horse soldier, eternal, through and through
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 I's with the Aussies at Beersheba took the wells so badly needed
 And with the Polish lancers charging German tanks
 Saw Ross' mount shot down at Washingtown
 The night we burned the White House down
 And cursed the sack of York and sons of Yanks