Whipped the snow against our cheeks,
Then the horses had to suffer for the badness of the trails.
Oh, the horses, lean and lank,
With the "U. S." on their flank
And a hundred-weight of trumpery a-dangle all around;
How they sweated, side by side.
When the stones began to slide
And they couldn't find a footing or an inch of solid ground.
But they'd stand the racket right
Till the redskins turned to fight