"The Garry Owen"
Music by Dayle K.

Butch Lipscomb
First Air Cavalry Division
Black Horse Regiment

Butch was my friend, I have pictures of him riding the Merry Go Round at my sixth birthday party. He was a Boy Scout and the kind of kid who did "what he was supposed to do." Consequently he graduated high school, got married and found his way to the Republic of Vietnam. Only a very small piece of Butch came home but his soul rests with our forefathers at Reedy River Baptist Church... May that soul and all the others with him find a place of cool shade and a drink of water on

Fiddlers' Green

Halfway down the trail to Hell
In a shady meadow green
Are the Souls of all dead Troopers camped
Near a good old-time canteen,
And this eternal resting place is known as Fiddlers' Green.

Marching past straight through to Hell
The Infantry are seen,
Accompanied by the Engineers,
Artillery and Marines,
For none but the shades of Cavalrymen
Dismount at Fiddlers' Green.

Though some go curving down the trail
To seek a warmer scene,
No Trooper ever gets to Hell
Ere he's emptied his canteen.
And so rides back to drink again
With friends at Fiddlers' Green.

And so when man and horse go down
Beneath a sabre keen,
Or on roaring charge of fierce melee
You stop a bullet clean.
And the hostiles come to get your scalp
Just empty your canteen,
And put your pistol to your head
And go to Fiddlers' Green.


Use your back button to return to the Sixteenth South Carolina Links... there is no other way out... for there are no links but you... to the souls on Fiddler's Green.
The world is a worse place without you Butch.
Steve