Fiddler’s Green

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   Halfway down the trail to Hell, 
In a shady meadow green 
Are the Souls of all dead troopers camped, 
Near a good old-time canteen. 
And this eternal resting place 
Is known as Fiddlers' Green. 

Marching past, straight through to Hell 
The Infantry are seen. 
Accompanied by the Engineers, 
Artillery and Marines, 
For none but the shades of Cavalrymen 
Dismount at Fiddlers' Green. 

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 of fierce melee 
You stop a bullet clean, 
And the hostiles come to get your scalp, 
Just empty your canteen, 
And put your pistol to your head 
And go to Fiddlers' Green.

The origin and author of Fiddlers' Green is unknown. It was believed to have originated in the 1800's and was composed as a song sung by the soldiers of the 6th and 7th Cavalry. Its first known appearance in published form was in a 1923 Cavalry Journal.

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TasunkaWitko Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Administrator aka The Gipper Joined: 10 June 2003 Location: Chinook Montana Status: Offline Points: 14753	Post Options Post Reply Quote TasunkaWitko Report Post Thanks(0) Quote Reply Topic: Fiddler’s Green Posted: 09 February 2009 at 06:28
	Halfway down the trail to Hell, In a shady meadow green Are the Souls of all dead troopers camped, Near a good old-time canteen. And this eternal resting place Is known as Fiddlers' Green. Marching past, straight through to Hell The Infantry are seen. Accompanied by the Engineers, Artillery and Marines, For none but the shades of Cavalrymen Dismount at Fiddlers' Green. 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 of fierce melee You stop a bullet clean, And the hostiles come to get your scalp, Just empty your canteen, And put your pistol to your head And go to Fiddlers' Green. The origin and author of Fiddlers' Green is unknown. It was believed to have originated in the 1800's and was composed as a song sung by the soldiers of the 6th and 7th Cavalry. Its first known appearance in published form was in a 1923 Cavalry Journal.
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