Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Horse Soldier, Horse Soldier, artist - Corb Lund. Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
Horse Soldier, Horse Soldier |
| 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, eternal, through and through |
| I’s with Custer and the 7th in ?76 or ?77 |
| Scalped at Little Big Horn by the Sioux |
| And the pain and desperation 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 White Guard, I’s the Tsar’s own palace horse guard |
| When Nicholas was martyred 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 Musselman |
| And once again against myself was cast |
| 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 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 tangled 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’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 |