Cat. #0396 (MFH #224) - As sung by Granger Kelly, Berryville, Arkansas on August 19, 1959
VERSE 1
I can hear th Sioux buck singing, Sargent Flynn
I can hear th tom-tom ringing, Sargent Flynn
O, I hear th Sioux buck singing
And I hear th tom-toms ringing
But they don't yet know th tune of Gerry Owen
VERSE 2
There's first call I hear it soundin', Sargent Flynn
An' it sounds like taps sourroundin', Sargent Flynn
O, me lads it's somethin' fancy
Take a break, there's Private Clancy
An' we'll feel better when they strike up Gerry Owens
VERSE 3
There's boots and saddles soundin', Sargent Flynn
Along th line th men are boundin', Sargent Flynn
So, let's saddle up and fall in
For th trumphets are a callin'
An' th band is tuning up for Gerry Owens
VERSE 4
So, it's forward we're advancing, Sargent Flynn
In th breeze get in advancing, Sargent Flynn
Walk, trot, gallop, charge by thunder
We will ride th cut throats under
Drive your sabers to th hilt for Gerry Owens
VERSE 5
We are ambushed an' surrounded, Sargent Flynn
Yet, recall has not been sounded, Sargent Flynn
Gether 'round me an' we'll rally
Make a last stand in this valley
For th Seventh Regiment an' Gerry Owens
VERSE 6
You'd be cut an' scalped an' battered, Sargent Flynn
All your men are dead and scattered, Sargent Flynn
I will make your bed tomorrow
With my head bowed down in sorrow
O'er your grave I'll whisper taps and Gerry Owens
Gerry Owen, Gerry Owen, Gerry Owen
In that valley of Montana, all alone
There 'er better days to be
In th Seventh Calvary
When we charge again for dear old Gerry Owen