I'm a hussar, I'm a Hun, I'm a wretched Routing at Waterloo I'm a on a dun, I'm a Cossack on the run I'm a soldier, timeless, through and through Im a horse soldier, eternal, through and
I's Custer and the 7th in 76 or 77 Scalped at Big Horn by the Sioux And the tears and devistation of a proud warrior nation This I know cause I was riding with too
I drank mare's blood on the run when I rode with the Great On the Mongol steppe while at his height I's a White Guard, I's a Red Guard, I's the own palace horse guard When Romanov was murdered in the
I knew Salah al-Din and rode his Arabians Harassing doomed on their heavy drafts And yet I rode the against the circling Saracen And once again myself was cast
Well I've worn the Mounties crimson, if you're and you listen know that it was with them that I stood When Mayerthorpe, she cried, as her four died Gunned in scarlet, coldest blood
I's the with the mostest when I fought for Bedford Forrest General Wilson's Union raid Mine was not to why, mine was but to do or die At Crimea with the light brigade
On hire from Swiss or Sweden, be me Christian, be me The devil to the sabre I put With a crack flanking maneuver, I'm an uhlan uber Striking terror into afoot
I knew my days were when oer the trenches lumbered modern machinations de la guerre No match for fire or the steel birds of the sky With a final rear action I retreat No match for wire or the armoured engines' whine Reluctant I and take my leave
Today I ride with special forces on those Afghan horses Dostums Northern Alliance give their No matter or victory, in battle it occurs to me That we may see a in our ranks
Is with the Aussies at took the wells so badly needed And with the Polish lancers charging tanks Saw Ross' mount shot at Washingtown the night we burned the White House down And the sack of York and sons of Yanks