Fiddler's Green
I'm an Ex-Cavalryman and love this, thought I would post it. 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 Fiddler’s Green. Marching past, straight through to hell The infantry are seen Accompanied by the Engineers Artillery and Marine 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 or 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.
-Unknown
Written anonymously for the U.S. cavalry, published in a 1923 U.S. Cavalry Manual. It is still used in modern cavalry units to memorialize the deceased.
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