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GARY OWEN cho: Gary Owen, Gary Owen, Gary Owen In the valley of Montana all alone There are better days to be In the seventh cavalry When we charge again For dear old Gary Owen. I can hear those Sioux bucks singing, Sgt. Flynn I can hear those tom-toms ringing, Sgt. Flynn I can hear those Sioux bucks singing, I can here those tom-toms ringing, But they don't yet know the tune to Gary Owen. It's first call I hear it sounding, Sgt. Flynn And it sounds like taps a-rounding, Sgt. Flynn Oh me lads, here's something fancy Take a break, it's Private Clancy And you'll feel better when he strikes up Gary Owen For it's Boots and Saddles sounding, Sgt. Flynn Along the line the men are bounding, Sgt. Flynn So let' saddle-up and fall in For the trumpets are callin' And the band is tuning up for Gary Owen. For it's forward we're advancing, Sgt. Flynn And the breeze guides are a-lancing, Sgt. Flynn Walk, trot, gallop, charge by thunder, We will ride those cut throats under. Drive your sabers to the hilt for Gary Owen. We are ambushed and surrounded, Sgt. Flynn Yet recall has not been sounded, Sgt. Flynn Gather round me and we'll rally Make one last stand in the valley For the Seventh Regiment and Gary Owen. You are cut, and scalped, and battered, Sgt. Flynn All your men are dead and scattered, Sgt. Flynn I will make your bed tomorrow With my head bowed down in sorrow. O'er your grave, I'll whistle Taps And Gary Owen. Leader sings lines of verses, group yells back "Sgt. Flynn" and "Gary Owen" at the end of each of those lines. WH @Army @American @music filename[ GARYOWE2 WH apr00 |
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