Fiddler's Green

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  1. Bubba Ray Boudreaux

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    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 Fiddlers' Green.

    Marching past, straight through to Hell

    The Infantry are seen.

    Accompanied by the Engineers,

    Artillery and Marines,

    For none but the shades of Cavalrymen

    Dismount at Fiddlers' 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 Fiddlers' Green.

    And so when man and horse go down

    Beneath a saber keen,

    Or in a roaring charge of 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 go to Fiddlers' Green.

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