The Dragoon Bold

Oh! the dragoon bold he knows no care, As he rides along with his uncropp'd hair; Himself in the saddle he lightly throws, And on the weekly scout he goes. At night he camps in the old pine wood, He lights his fire and cooks his food; His saddle-blanket around him throws, And on the …

The Dragoon Bold

O the Dragoon bold, he scorns all care, As he goes around with his uncropped hair; He spends no thought on the evil star That sent him away to the border war. His form in the saddle he lightly throws, And on the moonlight scout he goes, And merrily trolls some old-time song As over …

Cavalry Song – Edmund Clarence Stedman

Our good steeds sniff the evening air,Our pulses with their purpose tingle;The foeman' s fires are twinkling there;He leaps to hear our sabres jingle!Halt!Each carbine sends its whizzing ball;Now, cling! clang! forward all,Into the fight!