[00:00.000] 作曲 : Corb Lund[00:01.026]I'm a hussar, I'm a Hun, I'm a wretched Englishman[00:05.559]Routing Bonaparte at Waterloo[00:09.272]I'm a dragoon on a dun, I'm a Cossack on the run[00:13.550]I'm a horse soldier, timeless, through and through[00:18.077]Well, I's with Custer and the 7th in '76 or '77[00:22.059]Scalped at Little Big Horn by the Sioux[00:26.051]And the tears and devastation of a once proud warrior nation[00:30.036]This I know 'cause I was riding with them too[00:34.290]And I drank mare's blood on the run when I rode with the Great Khan[00:38.546]On the frozen Mongol steppe while at his height[00:42.797]And I's a White Guard, I's a Red Guard[00:45.716]I's the Tsar's own palace horse guard[00:47.318]When Romanov was murdered in the night[00:51.570]And I knew Saladin and rode his swift Arabians[00:55.546]Harassing doomed crusaders on their heavy drafts[00:59.545]And yet I rode the Percheron against the circling Saracen[01:04.324]Once again against myself was cast[01:07.774]I'm a hussar, I'm a Hun, I'm a wretched Englishman[01:12.563]Routing Bonaparte at Waterloo[01:16.046]I'm a dragoon on a dun, I'm a Cossack on the run[01:20.016]I'm a horse soldier, timeless, through and through[01:24.534]Well, I've worn the Mounties'[01:26.652]Crimson, if you're silent and you'll listen[01:28.779]You'll know that it was with them that I stood[01:32.777]When Mayerthorpe, she cried, as her four horsemen died[01:37.293]Gunned down in scarlet, cold as blood[01:41.285]Well, I's the 'fustest with the mostest' when I fought for Bedford Forrest[01:45.808]Suffered General Wilson's Union raid[01:49.531]And mine was not to reason why, mine was but to do or die[01:53.774]At Crimea with the charging light brigade[01:58.057]On hire from Swiss or Sweden, be me Christian, be me heathen[02:02.297]The devil to the sabre I shall put[02:06.291]With a crack flanking maneuver, I'm an uhlan alles uber[02:10.274]Striking terror into regiment of foot[02:14.513]I'm a hussar, I'm a Hun, I'm a wretched Englishman[02:19.301]Routing Bonaparte at Waterloo[02:23.274]I'm a dragoon on a dun, I'm a Cossack on the run[02:26.996]I'm a horse soldier, timeless, through and through[02:31.982]Well, I knew my days were numbered when o'er the trenches lumbered[02:35.700]More modern machinations de la guerre[02:39.957]No match for rapid fire or the steel birds of the sky[02:44.205]With a final rear guard action, I retreat[02:48.189]No match for barbered wire or the armored engines whine[02:52.432]Reluctant, I retire and take my leave[02:56.156]Today I ride with special forces on those wily Afghan horses[03:01.426]Dostum's Northern Alliance give their thanks[03:04.914]And no matter defeat or victory, in battle it occurs to me[03:09.701]That we may see a swelling in our ranks[03:12.884]I'm a hussar, I'm a Hun, I'm a wretched Englishman[03:17.399]Routing Bonaparte at Waterloo[03:21.129]I'm a dragoon on a dun, I'm a Cossack on the run[03:25.376]I'm a horse soldier, timeless, through and through[03:29.626]I'm a hussar, I'm a Hun, I'm a wretched Englishman[03:34.155]Routing Bonaparte at Waterloo[03:37.859]I'm a dragoon on a dun, I'm a Cossack on the run[03:42.108]I'm a horse soldier, timeless, through and through