Beggars Opera Light Cavalry
Not many folk can understand
The poor old grey-haired man
They see his madness shining bright
When it came to this hand
He thinks of many years ago
When all the battles raged
While he was sent to fight the foe
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Now all he has is memories of another age
All wonder will you laugh at him when he set our sage
We see him walking through the pod
The poor old grey-haired man
He thinks of all those days gone by
With the flag flying high
Oh light cavalry
Listen to his tales he tells of battles won and lost
He was saved, his friends have paid the cost
Not many folk can understand
The poor old grey-haired man
They see his madness shining bright
When it came to this hand
He thinks of many years ago
When all the battles raged
While he was sent to fight the foe
[?]
Oh light cavalry
