HALFWAY DOWN THE ROAD 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 FIDDLERS 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 FIDDLER'S GREEN
THOUGH SOME G0 CURVING DOWN THE TRAILTO SEEK A WARMER SCENE, NO TROOPER EVER
GETS TO HELL ERE HE'S EMPTIED HIS CANTEEN, AND SO RIDE 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 GET YOUR
SCALP, JUST EMPTY YOUR CANTEEN,
AND PUT YOUR PISTOL TO YOUR HEAD AND G0 TO FIDDLERS GREEN.
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