The Trooper

You’ll take my life but I’ll take yours too
You’ll fire your musket but I’ll run you through
So when you’re waiting for the next attack
You’d better stand there’s no turning back

The bugle sounds as the charge begins
But on this battlefield no one wins
The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath
As you plunge into a certain death

O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh!
O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh!

The horse he sweats with fear, we break to run, the mighty roar of the Russian guns
And as we race towards the human wall, the screams of pain as my comrades fall
We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground and the Russians fire another round
We get so near yet so far away, we won’t live to fight another day

O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh!
O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh!

We get so close near enough to fight when a Russian gets me in his sights
He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow, a burst of rounds takes my horse below
And as I lay there gazing at the sky, my body’s numb and my throat is dry
And as I lay forgotten and alone without a tear I draw my parting groan

O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh!
O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh!