F-Troop Composer(s): Irving Taylor; William Lava
The end of the Civil War was near when quite accidentally A hero who sneezed abruptly seized retreat and reversed it to victory
His medal of honor pleased and thrilled his proud little family group While pinning it on some blood was spilled and so it was planned he'd command F Troop
Where Indian fights are colorful sights & nobody takes a lickin' Where paleface and redskin both turn chicken
When killing and fighting get them down, they know their morale can't droop As long as they all relax in town before they resume with a bang and a boom - F Troop
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