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I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
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I wanna good steed under me like my forefathers before
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I wanna good mount when the bugle sounds and I hear the cannons' roar
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I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
[Verse 2]
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well,I wanna horse in the volunteer force that's riding forth at dawn
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Please save for me some gallantry that will echo when I'm gone
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I beg of you sarge let me lead the charge when the battle lines are drawn
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Lemme at least leave a good hoof beat they'll remember loud and long
[Verse 3]
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I'd not a good foot soldier make, I'd be sour and slow at march
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And I'd be sick on a navy ship, and the sea would leave me parched
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But I'll be first in line if they'll let me ride, by god, you'll see my starch
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Lope back o'er the heath with the laurel wreath underneath that vict’ry arch
[Chorus]
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Let me earn my spurs in the battle's blur where the day is lost or won
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I'll wield my lance as the ponies dance and the blackguards fire their guns
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A# sabre keen, and a saddle carbine and an army Remington
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Where the hot lead screams with the cold, cold steel let me be a cavalryman
[Chorus]
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Let 'em play their flutes and stirrup my boots and place them back to front
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Cause I won’t be back on the rider-less black and I'm finished in my hunt
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I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
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I wanna be in the cavalry, but I won't ride home no more