Gallop, gallop, and up the mound

His fellow men are on the ground

Fear shall not, but the tears he’s got

What has he got, his men are shot!

Advance! Advance! Don’t miss the chance!

So gamble forth, the game of chance

The losses, the losses, why more?

Forgot the oath that he once swore

His saber that once shined so bright

Now where’s the sword that had thy might?

The mournful deaths are here to stay

As seconds pass, troops astray