F-Troop

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
But winning it on some blood was spilled
And so it was planned he'd command
Half Troop

Where Indian fights are colorful sights
And nobody takes a lickin'
When pale face and red skin both turn tickin'
When drilling 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
Half Troop