Marching past, straight though to Hell, 
The Infantry are seen, 
Accompanied by the Engineers, 
Artillery and Marine, 
For none but 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 mêlée 
You stop a bullet clean, 
And hostels come to get your 
    scalp, 
Just empty your canteen, 
And put your pistol to your head 
And go to Fiddlers' Green. 

Fiddlers' Green is the 45 acre range on FM 2818 where Parsons' Mounted Cavalry has there stables and headquarters.