I'm only a cavalry charger

And I'm dying as fast as I can

(for my body is riddled with bullits,

they've potted both me and my man)

And though I've no words to express it

I'm trying this message to tell

To kind folks who work for the 'Red Cross'

Oh, please help the 'Blue' one as well

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My master was one in a thousand

(for horses are built just like humans -

be kind to them - they'll do their part)

So please send out help for our wounded

And give us a word in your prayers -

This isn't so strange as you'd fancy

The Russians do it to theirs

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I'm only a cavalry charger

And my eyes are becoming quite dim

(I really don't mind the thought "I'm done for"

so long as I'm going with him)

But first I would plead for my comrades

who are dying and suffering too -

Oh! please help the poor wounded horses!

I'm sure you would - if you knew

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Scots Grey