Cavalry Song – Edmund Clarence Stedman

Our good steeds sniff the evening air,
Our pulses with their purpose tingle;
The foeman’ s fires are twinkling there;
He leaps to hear our sabres jingle!
Halt!

Each carbine sends its whizzing ball;
Now, cling! clang! forward all,
Into the fight!

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