I'm a Hussar, I'm a Hun,
I'm a wretched Englishman
Routing Bonaparte at Waterloo
I'm a dragoon on a dun,
I'm a Cossack on the run
I'm a horse soldier, timeless, through and through
I's with Custer and the 7th in '76 or '77
Scalped at Little Big Horn by the Sioux
And the tears and devastation of a once proud warrior nation
This I know 'cause I was riding with them too
I drank mare's blood on the run
when I rode with the Great Khan
On the frozen Mongol steppe when at his height
I's a White Guard, I's a Red Guard, I's the Tsar's own palace horse guard
When Romanov was murdered in the night
I knew Salah al-Din and rode his swift Arabians
Harassing doomed crusaders on their heavy drafts
And yet I rode the Percheron against the circling Saracen
And once again against myself was cast
I'm a Hussar, I'm a Hun,
I'm a wretched Englishman
Routing Bonaparte at Waterloo..
I'm a dragoon on a dun,
I'm a Cossack on the run
I'm a horse soldier, timeless, through and through.
Well I've worn the Mounties crimson,
if you're silent and you listen
You'll know that it was with them that I stood
When Mayerthorpe, she cried, as her four horsemen died
Gunned down in scarlet, coldest blood
I's the firstest with the mostest
when I fought for Bedford Forrest
Suffered General Wilson's Union raid
Mine was not to reason why,
mine was but to do and die
At Crimea with the charging light brigade
On hire from Swiss or Sweden,
be me Christian, be me heathen
The devil to the sabre I shall put
With a crack flanking maneuver,
I'm an Uhlan alles uber
Striking terror into regiment of foot
I'm a Hussar, I'm a Hun,
I'm a wretched Englishman
Routing Bonaparte at Waterloo..
I'm a dragoon on a dun,
I'm a Cossack on the run
I'm a horse soldier, timeless, through and through.
I knew my days were numbered
when o'er the trenches lumbered
More modern machinations de la guerre
No match for rapid fire
or the steel birds of the sky
With a final rear guard action I retreat
No match for barbered wire
or the armoured engines whine
Reluctant I retire and take my leave
Today I ride with special forces
on those wily Afghan horses
Dostum's Northern Alliance give their thanks
No matter defeat or victory,
in battle it occurs to me
That we may see a swelling in our ranks
I'm a Hussar, I'm a Hun,
I'm a wretched Englishman
Routing Bonaparte at Waterloo..
I'm a dragoon on a dun,
I'm a Cossack on the run
I'm a horse soldier, timeless, through and through,
I'm a horse soldier, timeless, through and through.
I's with the Aussies at Beersheba
took the wells so badly needed
And with the Polish lancers charging German tanks
Saw Ross' mount shot down at Washingtown
the night we burned the White House down
And cursed the sack of York and sons of Yanks
I'm a wretched Englishman
Routing Bonaparte at Waterloo
I'm a dragoon on a dun,
I'm a Cossack on the run
I'm a horse soldier, timeless, through and through
I's with Custer and the 7th in '76 or '77
Scalped at Little Big Horn by the Sioux
And the tears and devastation of a once proud warrior nation
This I know 'cause I was riding with them too
I drank mare's blood on the run
when I rode with the Great Khan
On the frozen Mongol steppe when at his height
I's a White Guard, I's a Red Guard, I's the Tsar's own palace horse guard
When Romanov was murdered in the night
I knew Salah al-Din and rode his swift Arabians
Harassing doomed crusaders on their heavy drafts
And yet I rode the Percheron against the circling Saracen
And once again against myself was cast
I'm a Hussar, I'm a Hun,
I'm a wretched Englishman
Routing Bonaparte at Waterloo..
I'm a dragoon on a dun,
I'm a Cossack on the run
I'm a horse soldier, timeless, through and through.
Well I've worn the Mounties crimson,
if you're silent and you listen
You'll know that it was with them that I stood
When Mayerthorpe, she cried, as her four horsemen died
Gunned down in scarlet, coldest blood
I's the firstest with the mostest
when I fought for Bedford Forrest
Suffered General Wilson's Union raid
Mine was not to reason why,
mine was but to do and die
At Crimea with the charging light brigade
On hire from Swiss or Sweden,
be me Christian, be me heathen
The devil to the sabre I shall put
With a crack flanking maneuver,
I'm an Uhlan alles uber
Striking terror into regiment of foot
I'm a Hussar, I'm a Hun,
I'm a wretched Englishman
Routing Bonaparte at Waterloo..
I'm a dragoon on a dun,
I'm a Cossack on the run
I'm a horse soldier, timeless, through and through.
I knew my days were numbered
when o'er the trenches lumbered
More modern machinations de la guerre
No match for rapid fire
or the steel birds of the sky
With a final rear guard action I retreat
No match for barbered wire
or the armoured engines whine
Reluctant I retire and take my leave
Today I ride with special forces
on those wily Afghan horses
Dostum's Northern Alliance give their thanks
No matter defeat or victory,
in battle it occurs to me
That we may see a swelling in our ranks
I'm a Hussar, I'm a Hun,
I'm a wretched Englishman
Routing Bonaparte at Waterloo..
I'm a dragoon on a dun,
I'm a Cossack on the run
I'm a horse soldier, timeless, through and through,
I'm a horse soldier, timeless, through and through.
I's with the Aussies at Beersheba
took the wells so badly needed
And with the Polish lancers charging German tanks
Saw Ross' mount shot down at Washingtown
the night we burned the White House down
And cursed the sack of York and sons of Yanks
Contributed by giorgio - 2012/10/19 - 08:43
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Lyrics & Music by Corb Lund
Album: Horse Soldier, Horse Soldier
Still about the Universal Soldier's Theme: the Cavalryman, in this case..
Correlated songs: Universal Soldier by Buffy Sainte-Marie
Tema del soldato eterno e degli aironi by Roberto Vecchioni