Lyric 1: All through the night the Sioux keep singing, Sergeant Flynn, I can hear their tom-toms ringing Sergeant Flynn, Oh I hear their tom-toms ringing And I hear the Sioux bucks singing But they know not yet the tune of Garryowen. CHORUS: Garryowen, Garryowen, Garryowen In this valley of Montana all alone There are better days to be for the Seventh Cavalry When we charge again for dear old Garryowen Lyric 2: There's the forward we're advancing, Sergeant Flynn, In the breeze of guidons dancing, Sergeant Flynn, Trot- ho (yell); Gallop- ho (yell); Charge (yell) We will drive the cutthroats under Drive the sabre to the hilt for Garryowen. CHORUS Lyric 3: Ten thousand braves are riding, Sergeant Flynn, In the Black Hills they are riding, Sergeant Flynn, Crazy Horse and Sitting Bull They will get their bellies full Of lead and steel from men of Garryowen. CHORUS Lyric 4: We'll dismount and fight the heather, Sergeant Flynn, While they're still a trooper breathing, Sergeant Flynn, In the face of sure disaster Keep those carbines firing faster Let those volleys ring for dear old Garryowen. CHORUS Lyric 5: We are ambushed and surrounded, Sergeant Flynn, But recall has not yet sounded, Sergeant Flynn, Tell your men stand fast and rally Make your last stand in this valley For the Seventh Cavalry and Garryowen. CHORUS Lyric 6 (Slowly): Oh your bones to dust will crumble, Sergeant Flynn, In the years out drums will rumble, Sergeant Flynn, In the annals of the brave Comes a whisper from the grave, On the breeze we're singing dear old Garryowen. CHORUS |
|