Gerry Owens (Sargent Flynn) I can hear the Sioux buck singing, Sargent Flynn I can hear the tom-tom ringing, Sargent Flynn O, I hear the Sioux buck singing And I hear the tom-toms ringing But they don't yet know the tune of Geny Owen There's first call I hear it soundin', Sargent Flynn An' it sounds like taps surroundin', 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 There's boots and saddles soundin', Sargent Flynn Along the line the men are boundin', Sargent Flynn So, let's saddle up and fall in For the trumphets are a callin' An' the band is tuning up for Gerry Owens So, it's forward we're advancing, Sargent Flynn In the breeze get in advancing, Sargent Flynn Walk, trot, gallop, charge by thunder We will ride the cut throats under Drive your sabers to the hilt for Gerry Owens We are ambushed an' surrounded, Sargent Flynn Yet, recall has not been sounded, Sargent Flynn Gather 'round me an' we'll rally Make a last stand in this valley For the Seventh Regiment an' Gerry Owens. 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 Owen. Gerry Owen, Gerry Owen, Gerry Owen In that valley of Montana, all alone There'll be better days to be In the Seventh Calvary When we charge again fpr dear old Gerry Owen. From the Max Hunter Collection Collected from Granger Kelly, Bereryville, AR August 1959 RG
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