CHORUS

Well I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war

I wanna good steed under me like my forefathers before

I wanna good mount when the bugle sounds and I hear the cannons' roar

Well I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war

Well, I wanna horse in the volunteer force that's riding forth at dawn

Please save for me some gallantry that will echo when I'm gone

I beg of you sarge, let me lead the charge when the battle lines are drawn

Lemme at least leave a good hoof beat they'll remember loud and long

CHORUS

I'd not a good foot soldier mate, I'd be sour and slow at March

And I'd be sick on a navy ship, and the sea would leave me parched

But I'll be first in line if they'll let me ride, by God, you'll see my starch

Lope back o'er the heath with the laurel wreath underneath that victory arch

CHORUS

Let me earn my spurs in the battle's blur where the day is lost or won

I'll wield my lance as the ponies dance and the blackguards fire their guns

A sabre keen, and a saddle carbine and an army Remington

Where the hot lead screams with the cold, cold steel let me be a cavalryman

CHORUS

Let 'em play their flutes and stirrup my boots and place them back to front

'Cause I won't be back on the rider-less black, and I'm finished in my hunt

Well I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war

Well I wanna be in the cavalry, but I won't ride home no more