You take my life but I'll take yours too
You fire your musket but [bad word] you through
So when you're waiting for the next attack
You'd better stand there's no turning back.

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

O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ohhh!
O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ohhh!

The horse he sweats with fear - we break [bad word] The mighty roar of [bad word] guns
And as we race towards the human wall
The screams of pain as [bad word] fall.

We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground
And [bad word] 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-ohhh!
O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ohhh!

We get so close near enough to fight
When [bad word] gets me in his sights
He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow
burst of rounds take 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-ohhh!
O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ohhh!