Up! for the bugles are calling,

Saddle and boot, and away!

Sabres are clanking and lances are glancing,

The colonel is fuming and horses are prancing,

So up with the sabres and lances,

Up and away!

Up and away!



Where are we off to so fast, boys?

Saddle and boot, and away!

Thunder of hoofs in a rush we go past,

In a whirlwind of dust we are gone as a blast,

For we're off with the sabres and lances.

Off and away!

Off and away!