Updated: April 28, 2008

Whenever they hail the Cavalry. They sing of a certain group. But nobody mentions bravery. For there’s never been any in F Troop. When Indians come to make a raid. No Indian gives a whoop. For Indian braves are all afraid. The noise ‘ll arouse and awake F Troop. Each man and his horse are closer of course. Than brother could be to brother. You just can’t tell one, from the other.

The Cavalry always talks of them if ever morale should droop. They know they can cheer downhearted men. With tales that are told of the old F Troop.