I'm a hussar, I'm a Hun, I'm a Englishman Routing at Waterloo I'm a on a dun, I'm a Cossack on the run I'm a horse soldier, timeless, through and Im a soldier, eternal, through and through
I's with and the 7th in 76 or 77 at Little Big Horn by the Sioux And the tears and devistation of a once proud nation This I know I was riding with them too
I mare's blood on the run when I rode with the Great Khan On the frozen Mongol steppe while at his I's a White Guard, I's a Red Guard, I's the Tsar's own horse guard When was murdered in the night
I knew Salah al-Din and rode his swift Harassing doomed on their heavy drafts And yet I rode the Percheron against the circling And once again myself was cast
Well I've worn the Mounties crimson, if you're and you listen You'll know that it was them that I stood When Mayerthorpe, she cried, as her four horsemen Gunned in scarlet, coldest blood
I's the firstest with the mostest when I fought for Bedford Suffered General Wilson's Union was not to reason why, mine was but to do or die At with the charging light brigade
On hire from Swiss or Sweden, be me Christian, be me The to the sabre I shall put With a crack flanking maneuver, I'm an uhlan alles terror into regiment afoot
I knew my days were numbered oer the trenches lumbered More machinations de la guerre No for rapid fire or the steel birds of the sky With a final rear guard action I No match for barbered wire or the armoured whine I retire and take my leave
Today I with special forces on those wily Afghan horses Northern Alliance give their thanks No matter defeat or victory, in it occurs to me we may see a swelling in our ranks
Is with the Aussies at Beersheba took the so badly needed And with the lancers charging German tanks Saw Ross' mount shot down at Washingtown the night we the White House down And cursed the sack of York and of Yanks