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( Well. for those who do not know it Here it is.
Fiddler's Green
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 shades of Cavalrymen
Dismount at Fiddler's 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 Fiddler's 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 take your scalp,
Just empty your canteen...
And put your pistol to your head
And go to Fiddler's Green.