Out on the plain the weary soldiers now are sleeping, lulled to slumber while the evening breezes blow. From the field the smell of new mown corn is creeping and the sentinel is pacing too and fro' then all at once the sky is filled with shapes of horsemen lit up by lightning as the dying day goes down and the famous white horse is directing the course to renown See them pass on, those hussars those dragoons and guardsmen glorious throng, from Austerlitz meet the eagles high braves from fair bears from their foe a triumphant story steel hearts are theirs, see them riding on to glory. See them pass on (hear the guns), those hussars those dragoons and guardsmen (the trumpets sound) glorious throng (towards the Hun), from Austerlitz meet the eagles high See them pass on, our hussars our dragoons our glory E'en though they die, yet they live in song and story. See them pass on, our hussars our dragoons our glory E'en though they die, yet they live in song and story. Ha ha ha ha haa! Hey!!
