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
While pinning it on, some blood was spilled
And so, it was planned he'd command F Troop

Where Indian fights are colorful sights
And nobody takes a lickin'
Where paleface and redskin
Both turn chicken

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- F Troop