There go stoutness, strength, and speed
To be spent where none shall heed,
And great hearts to face their fate
In the clash of human hate !
Wave the flag, and let them go ! —
Hats off to that wistful row
Of lean heads of brown and bay,
Black and chestnut, roan and grey !
Here 's good luck in lands afar —
Snow-white streak, and blaze, and star !
May you find in those far lands
Kindly hearts and horsemen's hands !