through the night the Sioux keep singing, Sgt. Flynn,
hear their tom-toms ringing Sgt. Flynn,
Oh I hear their
And I hear the Sioux bucks
But they know not yet the tune of Garryowen.
In this valley of Montana all alone,
better days to be for the Seventh Cavalry
When we charge again
for dear old Garryowen
There's the forward we're
advancing, Sgt. Flynn,
In the breeze of
guidons dancing, Sgt. Flynn,
Trot- ho (yell); Gallop- ho
(yell); Charge (yell)
We will drive the cutthroats under,
Drive the sabre to the hilt for Garryowen.
Ten thousand braves are
riding, Sgt. Flynn,
In the Black Hills they are riding, Sgt. Flynn,
Crazy Horse and Sitting Bull,
They will get
their bellies full.
Of lead and steel from men of Garryowen.
dismount and fight the heather, Sgt. Flynn,
still a trooper breathing, Sgt. Flynn,
In the face of sure
Keep those carbines firing faster,
Let those volleys
ring for dear old Garryowen.
We are ambushed and
surrounded, Sgt. Flynn,
But recall has not yet sounded, Sgt. Flynn,
Tell your men stand fast and rally,
last stand in this valley,
For the Seventh Cavalry and Garryowen.
Lyric 6 (Slowly):
your bones to dust will crumble, Sgt. Flynn,
In the years
out drums will rumble, Sgt. Flynn,
In the annals of the
Comes a whisper from the grave,
On the breeze we're
singing dear old Garryowen.
Do you hear the bugles blowing, Sgt. Flynn?
Do you hear the Sioux-buck crowing, Sgt. Flynn?
Do you hear the bugles blowing,
Do you hear the sioux-buck crowing,
But he doesn't know the tale of Garry Owen.
Garry Owen, Garry Owen, Garry Owen,
In a valley in Montana all alone,
There are better days to be for the US Cavalry
As we ride against the foe for Garry Owen.
Here they come like screaming banshees, Sgt. Flynn,
Sioux and Blackfoot and Commanches, Sgt. Flynn,
Let their blood run red and gory,
Write another page for glory,
Drive the sabers to the hilt for Garry Owen.
All the men are dead or scattered, Sgt. Flynn,
They are bruised and scalped and battered, Sgt. Flynn,
I'll make up your bed tomorrow,
And stand oer your grave in sorrow,
As they play again the taps for Garry Owen.