The sergeants clubbed their carbines, the Captain prayed and swore;
It didn't stop the rookies; they wouldn't stand for more.
Then a bullet caught my mustang and ploughed him underneath
And he bolted toward the hostiles with the bit between his teeth.
Thinks I, "Here's good-bye, Jimmie; but I'll make these heathen grunt,"
So I grabbed my Colt and opened as we sailed into their front.
But they cleared a passage for me and I couldn't trust my eyes
When their outfit broke and scattered, scootin' back across the rise.
Then I turned and, there behind me, all strung out along my trail,
Came the boys of "B" Troop, ridin' like a sizzin' comet's tail,