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CAVALRY SONG.
Draw your girths tight, boys:
This morning we ride,
With God and the right, boys,
To sanction our side,
Where the balls patter,
Where the shot shatter,
Where the shells scatter
Red death far and wide.
This morning we ride,
With God and the right, boys,
To sanction our side,
Where the balls patter,
Where the shot shatter,
Where the shells scatter
Red death far and wide.
Pause not to think, boys,
Of maidens in tears;
Only this drink, boys,
Let's toss to our dears:
Then O for the battle,
The mad charging rattle,
The foam-snorting cattle,
The victors' wild cheers!
Of maidens in tears;
Only this drink, boys,
Let's toss to our dears:
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The mad charging rattle,
The foam-snorting cattle,
The victors' wild cheers!
Look to your arms, boys,
Your friends tried and true:
How the blood warms, boys!
The foe is in view!
Forward! break cover!
Ride through them! ride over
Them! baptize the clover
With blood as with dew!
Your friends tried and true:
How the blood warms, boys!
The foe is in view!
Forward! break cover!
Ride through them! ride over
Them! baptize the clover
With blood as with dew!
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