Horse Soldier, Horse Soldier Lyrics

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.[Chorus]

Well, I's with Custer and the 7th,'76 through '77.
Scalped at Little Big Horn by the Sioux.
And the tears and devistation of a once proud warrior nation,
This I know cause I was riding with them too.

I drank mare's blood on the run when I rode with the Great Khan
On the frozen Mongol steppe while at his height.
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.

I knew Salah al-Din and rode his swift Arabians
Harassing doomed crusaders on their heavy drafts.
And yet I rode the Percheron against the circling Saracen
And once again against myself was cast.

I'm a Hussar im 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.

Well I've worn the Mounties crimson, if you're silent and you 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.

I's the firstest with the mostest when I fought for Bedford Forrest;
Suffered General Wilson's Union raid.
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 afoot

I'm a Hussar im 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.

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 barbed wire or the armored engines whine
Reluctant, I retire and take my leave.

Today I ride with Special Forces on those wily Afghan horses
Dostum's Northern Alliance give their thanks.
No matter defeat or victory, in battle it occurs to me
That we may see a swelling in our ranks.

I'm a Hussar im 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.

It's with the Aussies at Beersheba; took the wells so badly needed
And 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

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