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Come with me to the land of forever

Where drink is plenty

And the battles are infinite

Halfway down the trail to Hell

In a shady meadow green

Brothers and Sisters of the mounted horse

The only ones to descend

With Saber keen in hand

In this eternal resting place

The fires burn high

Only death in battle

Can you reach this place

Though some go curving down the trail to seek a warmer scene,

no trooper ever gets to Hell ere he's emptied his canteen

and so rides back

to drink again

with friends

at Fiddlers' Green.

And so when man and horse go down beneath a saber keen,

or in a roaring charge fierce melee you stop a bullet clean,

and the hostiles come to get your scalp,

empty your canteen and put your pistol to your head

and go to Fiddlers' Green.