Hot George

In the cruel half-light lines are drawn
While mist hangs low in the early dawn
Then a cry goes up and the colours too
And the 8th Hussars ride into view

Down through the ages time after time
The flower of youth cut down in their prime
Each century death or glory
A flash of steel and a mounted graze
Cut through the smoke and cannon haze

Musket breath and sabre blade
Tear tunic cloth and ornate braid

Down through the ages time after time
The flower of youth cut down in their prime
Each century death or glory

A reckless ride on lost ideals
Ending on the thorns of steel
Wrap the flag, sound recall
A trophy for the mess club wall

Down through the ages time after time
The flower of youth cut down in their prime
Each century death or glory

Down through the ages time after time
The flower of youth cut down in their prime
Each century death or glory
Down through the ages time after time
The flower of youth cut down in their prime
Each century death or glory