It was in 1836 that we fought in the Everglades, when we showed of the families all of the tricks that from memory never fade. We have been in many a fight since then, for it's there that we belong. So we got the right that we earned as men to sing this regiment song.
For it's trot, trot, trot is the soldier's lot when he lifts in the cavalry. And it's hike, hike, hike which they don't much like for a frenzy in turn three. For it's bing, bang, bing when the trumpets ring if you're in the artillery.
And it's hike, hike, hike for your country's right in the second cavalry.
Transcribed by AI from the recording above. These are noisy hundred-year-old cylinders, so expect misheard words and the occasional invented line — trust your ears over the text.
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