 | Songs and poems (1909) |  |
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A CAVALRY CATCH
Up! for the bugles are calling,
Saddle, to boot, and away!
Sabres are clanking, and lances are glancing,
The colonel is swearing and horses are prancing,
So up with the sabres and lances,
Up and away!
Saddle, to boot, and away!
Sabres are clanking, and lances are glancing,
The colonel is swearing and horses are prancing,
So up with the sabres and lances,
Up and away!
Where are we off to, say?
Saddle, and boot, and away!
With a thunder of hoofs in a rush we go past,
In a whirlwind of dust we are gone as a blast—
For we're off with the sabres and lances,
Off and away!
Saddle, and boot, and away!
With a thunder of hoofs in a rush we go past,
In a whirlwind of dust we are gone as a blast—
For we're off with the sabres and lances,
Off and away!
| Songs and poems (1909) | |