This song was mentioned by Open Mike above. It truly is an impressive song. You can hear it on Spotify.


HORSE SOLDIER, HORSE SOLDIER
As sung by Corb Lund on "Horse Soldier! Horse Soldier!" and "35 Years of Stony Plain."

1.  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.

2. Well, I's with Custer and the Seventh
    In seventy-six or seventy-seven,
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 ridin' with them, too.

3. And I drank mare's blood on the run
    When I rode with the Great Khan
On the frozen Mongol steppe while at his height.
    And 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.

4. And I knew Saladin
    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.

[REPEAT 1.]

5. 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.

6. Well, I's the "fustest with the mostest"
    When I fought for Bedford Forrest,
Suffered General Wilson's Union raid,
    And mine was not to reason why.
    Mine was but to do and die,
At Crimea with the charging Light Brigade.

7. 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.

[REPEAT 1.]

8. Well, 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 barbéd wire
    Or the armoured engines' whine,
Reluctant I retire and take my leave.

9. Today I ride with special forces
    On those wily Afghan horses.
Dostum's Northern Alliance give their thanks.
    And no matter defeat or victory,
    In battle it occurs to me
That we may see a swelling in our ranks.

[REPEAT 1.]
I'm a horse soldier, eternal through and through

10. I's with the Aussies at Beersheba,
    Took the wells so badly needed,
And with the Polish lancers charging German tanks.
    Saw Ross's mount shot down at Washingtown
    The night we burned the White House down,
And cursed the sack of York and sons of Yanks. [FADE]