- Halfway down the
trail to Hell,
- in a shady meadow
green
- are the souls of all
dead troopers camped
- by a good 'ole time
canteen
- and their eternal
resting place
- is known as Fiddlers'
Green
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- Marching down
straight through to Hell
- the infantry are seen
- accompanied by the
Engineers
- Artillery and Marine
- for none but the
souls of Cavalrymen
- dismount at Fiddlers'
Green
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- Some go curving down
the trail
- to seek a warmer seen
- but no Cavalryman
gets to Hell
- 'ere he's emptied his
canteen
- and so rides back to
drink again
- with the friends of
Fiddlers' Green
-
- And so when horse and
man go down
- beneath a saber keen
- or in a roaring
charge or fierce melee,
- you stop a bullet
clean,
- and the hostels come
to get your scalp
- just empty your
canteen
- and put your pistol
to your head
- and go to Fiddlers'
Green
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