Dragoons We Have Heard All Night
(Angels We Have Heard on High)

Dragoons we have heard all night
Swifty riding o'er the plains
Sabres swinging as they ride
As the rebels die in pain.

Tavington
In exultant victory

Martin, why this agony
While your despair pains prolong
What the mournful tidings be
Which inspire your lonely song?

Tavington
In exultant victory

Tavington
In exultant victory